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.

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

had

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

finish the examination.

had put Emeriel to sleep for the procedure, though she had stirred at times. That alone had been enough to keep Daemonikai tense, prowling, restless, his protective instincts all

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

had

his yearning soul was conjuring a dream

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control his happiness. The hope growing in

it again, healer. “My voice is fucking

be a father again.”

with child!” He called out,

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

The open door.

where he threw his head back and roared.

celebration, through the chattering of people and music.

thunderous declaration, louder and fiercer. A call to celebrate. A proclamation

to suppress. Even after the third roar, it was

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

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three time. Exulting in the release, the power in every sinew. 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.

stop in the heart of the

people fell to their

Daemonikai collapsed on the ground. Then he began to laugh. Deep, unbridled, chest heaving

stretch of stars. Tears blurred

does it feel?”

settled himself on

was still grinning. “I am going to be your

you feel. It is mesmerizing, is it not? I know the depth of your joy.

I find myself gripped by fear.” He sprang upright, smile dimming a bit. “I dread moving from here. I fear that if I breathe wrongly, this dream will