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

Captive Slave 146

Chapter 146

EMERIEL

0000000

Emeriel could hear the moans of anguish in the air as she rode other wave of excruciating pain.

It felt as though an iron fist clenched around her organs, squeezing tighter, twisting, and crushing without mercy.

Tears streamed down her face, forming a pool where she laid. She'd pounded on the door, begging anyone within earshot to end this torment, before the next surge had thrown her to the cold, hard floor, tearing through her. It felt like a hundred galloping horses were trampling and leaping within her lower belly.

It hurt so much. Surely, this pain was not normal.

Her stomach convulsed violently, and she retched, the taste of bile sour in her throat. Expelling the contents of her stomach, Emeriel continued to vomit, again and again, each one leaving her weaker, emptier. So much pain,

A vague figure hovered over her, lips moving soundlessly. Who was that? Was she finally meeting her creator? Emeriel hoped so. Blinking, she struggled to focus, but her vision swam.

Her senses dulled, fading into numbness.

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI

Nearing the cottage, Daemonikai was gripped by a growing unease. The absence of sound was disturbing. Concern twisted in his gut. Was she dead?

A shudder went through his frame. For the first time since his return from madness, he felt so much pain in his heart that wasn't from his grief.

he had not known in ages, filled him. But when he pushed open the door and stepped inside, staggering relief

her, her vacant eyes, and endless spasms wracked her small body. The girl had gone into heat stroke. "Oh, little one. I am so sorry. I should never have left." He knelt beside her, his hand reaching

whined, recoiling

rejection felt like a sharp blade twisting in his soul. Her movement was sluggish, muscles slack with

him. He had left to avoid succumbing to his instinct to kill

beside her, pulling her trembling form against his own, despite her

1/3

00

12:59 Wed, Jan 1

Chapter 140

side, he cooed, rocking her

spasm seized her. Merciless,

scream before she dissolved into whimpers, fresh tears spilling from her unseeing

he had long suppressed. Emotions he had locked away behind impenetrable walls

barriers one by one, each cry tearing at his defenses until they crumbled, leaving him

the heat stroke passed, or his touch would be excruciating

aware of his return. He whispered words of comfort, telling her how strong she was, how beautiful she was. Galilea slumped against him. She no longer tried to get away from him, so he pulled her

here with me now? I'll wait as long as it takes for your return, my strong one." He kept coaxing her, rocking her gently, as one would soothe a

her skin began to diminish. Her eyelids closed, then fluttered open, revealing

Grace," she whispered,

relief that washed over him. "Come, let

and lifted her. She was featherlight, weighted nothing, yet felt so good

no time for a bath as the waves would return soon, really soon, if he was

his eyes linger on her alluring naked body. On her

breath. Her scent was distracting as hell-intoxicating and heady. Daemonikai was breathing too hard, struggling against the tremendous urge to spread her legs and thrust into her until she howled his name. To hold her against her-