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.

right. Emeriel's heat was merciless. Brutal

the night, each one a fresh wound to Herod's

any longer,

to the window and flung open the curtains. In the distance, the cottage stood bathed in moonlight, its doors firmly shut. Herod needed air, needed to escape the suffocating guilt crushing him. He threw open the window- And her scent hit him with the force of a lightning strike. He had made a

Her scent flooded his nostrils mixed with heady musk, amplified a thousandfold by

distantly that he was growling. Raw need flooded his senses. Irresistible, uncontrollable. Want her, want

blurred, cock aching fiercely. Must have her. Must pin her down and

the cottage. His mind a fog of

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he took toward that alluring

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

into his chest. Not something, someone. The owner of

you," he growled, the words

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made contact. "King Daemonikai," she sobbed, her body clinging to

roared in protest, pained and angry. His name was Herodis, not

fog of arousal lifted a bit, replaced by a wave of guilt and panic. Zounds, he was not supposed to

he groaned, his voice thick with shame. "Hell, I should

at him, eyes

"It's me, dear one."

it stop. I beg of you, just make it stop," she cried,

held recognition. "If you care for me at

link eyes.

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

relief from the fire. "Just make it

resolve crumbled and he wrapped his arms around

her body twisting, rejecting him, yet desperate