Chapter 137 LORD HEROD High Lord Herodis heart ached with a profound sorrow he hadnt felt in decades .
Emeriels screams pierced the nights air like a banshees wail , filled with unbearable pain , each one a shard of ice twisting in his gut .
He wanted nothing more than to rush to her , to mount the female in heat , especially with those screams of agony .
The sound of her suffering was nearly unbearable .
Despite the cottage being far away , her cries reached him clearly .
As Urekai aged , their senses grew sharper , and their strength increased .
Herod was no exception .
His heightened senses were even sharper , capturing every tortured sound , and it broke him .
He could even hear the desperate whimpers punctuating her screams .
Herods knuckles whitened as he gripped the arms of his study chair .
His erection was hard and angry , straining through his tensed in an effort to maintain control .
pants .
His muscle While she struggled to ride out her torturous heatwaves , Herod rose and began to pace his study like a caged beast .
Emeriel had made him promise no stranger would touch her during her heat , and he understood her disgust at the thought of enduring another males touch .

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But now , hearing her pain , he questioned the wisdom of that promise .
Was anything worth her going through this unbearable agony ? He could spare her this torment by taking her heat or sending in one of his most trusted soldiers .
Or you could send for her male .
The thought whispered in his mind .
Herod understood the grand kings predicament more intimately than most .
Having lost his beloved Vera to the cruel clutches of illness three decades past , he knew what it felt like to live with the pain of a severed bond .
The anguish of losing a bondmate was excruciating , the grief unbearable .
Thirty years had passed , yet the gaping void still remained .
Some nights , Herod woke from sleep , missing his Vera so much he wept until dawn .
The misery of a severed bond was like losing a limb .
Or a dozen Veras death had not been his fault , but Herod had spent countless nights blaming himself , hating himself for his failure to protect her .
Queen Evielyn had not been sick for years ; she was so vibrant and had so much life yet to live .
And then , suddenly , she was gone.
It was a burden no one should bear .
This understanding had fueled his support for Emeriels decision to conceal her identity from the grand king .
Herod knew the risks , the potential consequences of their deception .
But he also knew the depth of Daemonikais grief , the raw wound that time had yet to heal .
That time might never heal .
Another scream tore through the night , raw and agonizing .
Followed by another , each more gut wrenching than the last .
Then , an eerie silence .
Emeriel had lost consciousness .
Herod sagged against the wall , relief washing over him .
He did not know how much longer he could have endured the sound 11:27 Mon , Dec 30ww .