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.

had raised his hands in surrender. “Yours! I only

had

the Head Royal Healer with no choice but to flee the bedroom,

finish the examination.

though she had stirred at times. That alone had been enough to keep Daemonikai tense, prowling, restless, his protective instincts all over

hours, he had paced the chamber, fighting the growing worry chewing him up inside, wondering what was wrong with her,

he had

felt like an illusion, as if his yearning soul was conjuring a dream too sweet to be

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was trying to control his happiness. The hope growing

say it again, healer. “My voice is fucking shaking.

to be a father again.”

child!” He called out, chest heaving with laughter. Pure

was suddenly there. Hot on his heels was Aekeira, who had spent the night

The open door.

ran through it, onto the balcony, where he threw

celebration, through the chattering of people and music.

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

was too enormous to suppress. Even after the third roar, it was

the corridor, past the intersection, down the spiraling stairs,

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the wind whipping around him as he circled around the citadel three time. Exulting in the release, the power in every sinew. The sharp spines of his

the courtyard, lifted

their knees around him.

back into his male form, Daemonikai collapsed on the ground. Then he began to

stared skyward, watching the stretch of stars. Tears

it feel?”

turn. Vladya settled himself on the

grinning. “I am going

is it not? I know the depth of

gripped by fear.” He sprang