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.

her down and satisfy those pregnancy–driven cravings she has denied you for all these long, lonely nights. The Voice turned conspiratorial. Why not stop playing the righteous king and take what yo want? Hold her down

tables. Past the highborn guests. Past the celebrating crowds. Ignoring the

dared. His strides were long, his

made his way behind the gardens, where no prying eyes could follow. There, out of

breathed noisily as his head fell forward

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Voice, driving it back into

this bad, but when it did, it was always a sign that another

fifth strike, a hand caught him, sliding between his head and the

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he felt them. Even through his fury and the pounding in his skull,

started laughing. Low, bitter, harsh, blood trickling down

hit rock bottom

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into the night, willing herself not to tap her foot or pace the length of the

was waiting, when she should not be. She should be asleep. The day’s celebration had left her exhausted, but sleep fled from her on nights when her Beloved lay in

it by now. It had been four

a burning sword shoved deep into her heart, twisted in and left there.

all for

“He’s no longer suffering or in pain. Today he was even celebrated. They all

flutter stirred in her belly.

in her chest

just a little as she pressed a hand to cradle the life growing in her. Recently,

time it had happened, she had wept with joy and rushed to tell Aekeira. Her sister had smiled

had created together brought her comfort, when so little else could.

the

Mistress Sinai whispering all her love and adoration into his

breath and tried not to think of