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

Chapter 332

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAL

The healer stepped back, wiping her hands on a cloth. “It is confirmed. Your Grace. Your female is with child.”

Daemonikai heard the words. He even processed them, understood what they meant. And yet… “What?”

The healer smiled. Congratulations.”

That doesn’t seem right. “No one gets pregnant from a mini–heat.”

“Your female just did.”

“But, she does not have the scent of –”

“Your Highness,” she called, patiently. “She truly is pregnant.”

Pregnant.

Was this real?

After years of longing, of praying to gods who had turned deaf to his pleas, who had taken from him instead of giving… Could this truly be happening?

“A–are you sure?” His knees felt weak, and he gripped the edge of the wooden table.

“I am certain” she reassured him. “She is four to five weeks along.”

Daemonikai’s eyes shifted to Emeriel’s sleeping form, his heart drumming. She lay beneath the covers, her face serene, her breathing soft.

“Your Highness,” The healer’s voice held an emotional tremor. “I cannot believe this happened for you so quickly.”

“Congratulations, Your Grace,” Faiwick, the Royal Healer, said from the doorway, where Daemonikai had chased him earlier.

The examination had required intimate checks, and the moment Faiwick had attempted to touch Emeriel, Daemonikai’s instincts had flared. He had seized the healer by the throat and hurled him across the room.

“Do not touch my woman! Mine!” he had snarled.

the impact, had raised his hands in surrender. “Yours! I only wish to check for-”

had

course, had left the Head Royal Healer with no choice but to flee the bedroom, leaving his second, a female,

finish the examination.

That alone had been enough to keep Daemonikai tense, prowling, restless, his protective

he had paced the chamber, fighting the growing worry chewing him up inside,

had his

like an illusion, as if his yearning soul was conjuring a

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his happiness. The hope

to say it again,

to be a

He called out, chest

open, and Vladya was suddenly there. Hot on his heels was Aekeira, who had spent the night so

The open door.

balcony, where he

through the chattering of

next roar was a a thunderous declaration, louder and fiercer. A call to celebrate. A

too enormous to suppress. Even

the corridor, past

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The sharp spines of his tail beat the air, then scraped the ground. Fire that could not be held in burned his chest. She is carrying my child. My.

a stop in the heart of the courtyard, lifted his

their knees around

on the ground.

watching the stretch of stars. Tears blurred

does it

not turn. Vladya settled himself on the ground beside

grinning. “I am going to be your father again, Vladya.”

It is mesmerizing, is it not? I know the depth of your joy. Congratulations, Ancient

impending fatherhood, yet now I find myself gripped by fear.” He sprang upright, smile dimming a bit. “I dread moving