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 raged.

the Head Royal Healer with no choice but to flee the

finish the examination.

times. That alone had been enough to keep

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

he had his

it felt like an illusion, as if his yearning soul was

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was trying to control his happiness. The hope growing in

say it again,

are going to be

He called out, chest heaving with

and Vladya was suddenly there. Hot on his

The open door.

through it, onto the balcony, where he threw

the chattering

thunderous declaration, louder and fiercer. A call

the elation and joy was too enormous to suppress. Even

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

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in the heart of the courtyard, lifted his head to the sky and

people fell to their knees around

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

stared skyward, watching the stretch of stars. Tears blurred

it

did not turn. Vladya settled himself on

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

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

trouble persuading you to accept your own impending fatherhood, yet now I find myself gripped by fear.” He sprang upright, smile dimming