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

Chapter 342

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Daemonikai did not feed from Emeriel. It caused her discomfort, as the healers had warned. And even if he could, the shaman said it wouldn’t heal him like it once did in the past.

“This one is different; it’s unnatural,” the shaman had told him. “Unfortunately, only the dark mage who wove those threads can undo it.”

“These too shall pass,” Vladya stated firmly,

Daemonikai did not believe it. He wished his faith was as strong as his old friend’s, but in these past months, his hope had dwindled to nearly nothing.

He had not satisfied Sexlust in over four months, yet his female believed he was still bedding his bloodhost. Because of that belief, there was a sadness in Emeriel’s eyes that never quite left, no matter how bright her smile and how much love shone in her blue eyes.

Tonight, as on so many nights, he was expected to visit Sinai first, then return to her chamber, and hold her while she slept. Whenever Emeriel thought he’d fallen asleep, she let her muffled cries spill.

It hurt Daemonikai immensely that she was going through this pregnancy sad, but they had gotten to a point where he had no idea what to do.

She did not know he’d not touched another female. That the feral episodes still came. Only Vladya and Ottai knew, and only they helped with the measures Daemonikai had taken.

When Daemonikai felt the signs, he went willingly to Blackstone’s deepest underground chamber. There, Vladya bound him in chains of reinforced iron laced with toxins, fortified doors locked. He remained there for twenty–four hours until the storm passed.

As far as his people were concerned, their king was whole again. His mind clear as the first light of dawn. As far as Emeriel was concerned, his madness was controlled, because he was satisfying all his basic instincts. Deceptions he wore like a crown of thorns.

While the people feasted, he watched her from his high seat. She added fruit to her basket at the fruit region. A young male hurried forward to take it from her, protective of her as so many had become since the pregnancy and Emeriel smiled at the youngling in gratitude.

Daemonikai’s stomach turned inside out.

Is that smile not supposed to be for you? Why does she bestow it so freely on some random male?

He dug his fingers into the arm of his throne, but his expression did not shift.

Voice turned conspiratorial. Why not stop playing the righteous king and take

feet and walked. Past the tables. Past the highborn guests. Past the celebrating crowds. Ignoring the startled

him; no one dared. His strides were long,

There, out of sight, he leaned hard against the nearest wall and drove his forehead

as his head

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Voice, driving it back into the recesses of

it did, it was always a sign that

him, sliding between his head and the wall.

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barely heard the words, but he felt them. Even through his fury and the pounding in his skull,

bitter, harsh, blood trickling down from his brow, hot

really hit rock

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night, willing herself not to tap her foot or pace the length of the chamber as she so often did on

should be asleep. The day’s celebration had left her exhausted, but sleep

had been four months.

it did. Like a burning sword shoved deep into her heart, twisted

all for

“He’s no longer suffering or in pain. Today he was even celebrated. They all cheered for him, for being free of madness.”

flutter stirred in

pain in

just a little as she pressed a hand to

and rushed to tell Aekeira. Her sister had smiled through tears, eager for the moment she

brought her comfort, when so little else could. Hope that perhaps,

to the sky and its

her love and adoration into his ear

a shaky breath and tried not