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.

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

Daemonikai had raged.

with no choice but to flee the bedroom, leaving his second, a

finish the examination.

Emeriel to sleep for the procedure, though she had stirred at times. That alone had been enough to keep Daemonikai

had paced the chamber, fighting the growing worry chewing him up inside, wondering what was

he had

as if his yearning soul was conjuring a dream

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to control his happiness.

say it again, healer.

going to be a

out, chest heaving with

open, and Vladya was suddenly there. Hot on his heels

The open door.

the balcony, where

celebration, through the chattering of people

a thunderous declaration, louder and fiercer. A

to suppress. Even after the third roar, it was not

and ran. His feet pounded against stone as he moved through the corridor, past the intersection, down the

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circled around the citadel three time. Exulting in the release, the power in every sinew. The sharp spines of his tail

skidded to a stop in the heart of the courtyard, lifted

to their knees around

collapsed on the ground. Then he began to

the stretch of stars. Tears blurred his vision.

does it

did not turn. Vladya settled himself on the

grinning. “I am going to be your father

It is mesmerizing, is it not? I know the depth of your

I find myself gripped by fear.” He sprang upright, smile dimming a bit. “I dread moving from here. I