That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Captive Slave 138

Chapter 138

LORD HEROD

Emeriel's screams began again.

Herod could hear her crying, begging, and he hated it so much. She was in agony, and he despised how helpless he was to help her. But being far away from her was the best way to protect her. Once he caught a whiff of her scent, Herod knew it would be over. He would go into a rut.

That's why he was in his room, pacing. His fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles ached, the floorboards creaking beneath his agitated strides.

"Somebody help! Please!" she cried, her voice raspy and raw. The sound of her shaking the cottage door rang in his ears.

Herod squeezed his eyes shut, his nails digging into his palm. He had to ignore it. He had to.

"I ca-can't... I can't take this," she sobbed. "It's too much, please...I feel like I'm dying."

Herod pressed his palms against his ears, desperate to block out the sound of her pain. But it was no use.

His beast sensed the agony of someone they cared for, and was annoyed and restless within him. The urge to investigate, to comfort, was almost overwhelming.

"Please! my king, I ne-need you!" she cried. "I need you s-so much...Where are you? Please, I'm dy-dying."

The door rattling had stopped, and Herod imagined her small body writhing in agony on the floor of the cottage. A pounding headache developed.

"Please, come before it gets me again. I ca-can't...I can't..." Panic entered her voice. "It's coming again-" A scream tore from her throat, cutting through the night air like a jagged blade.

Herod imagined her twitching from the pain, her eyes filled with terror. Vulnerable and defenseless.

Emeriel's heat was merciless. Brutal

echoed through the night, each one a fresh wound to

could not take it any

cottage stood bathed in moonlight, its doors firmly shut. Herod needed air, needed to

his body frozen in place. Her scent flooded his

flooded his

have her. Must pin her down

His mind a fog of lust.

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every step he took toward that alluring

door, he entered, a snarl ripping from him Heavens,

his chest. Not

he growled, the words torn

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body in his arms flinched as their bodies made contact. "King Daemonikai," she sobbed, her body clinging to him like a lifeline. "You are here...you are

in protest, pained and angry. His

wave of guilt and panic. Zounds, he

voice thick with shame. "Hell,

him, eyes unfocused.

"It's me, dear one."

"Please, just make it

Her eyes, red and swollen, filled with arousal, finally held recognition. "If you care

link eyes.

was incredibly difficult. "Tam not Daemonikai, little one," he choked out, his voice barely recognizable. "I am not the one your body

his, trying to seek relief from the fire. "Just make it

and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her

cried out again, her body twisting, rejecting him, yet desperate enough to take his touch.