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

Hearing his own past reprimands thrown back at him wasn’t the most enjoyable experience–but Daemonikai owned it with a grunt. “Give me a damn break. I haven’t felt this bond in ages.”

Tradition dictated a Urekai never left their bond open outside of private quarters–whether with a partner or bloodhost. In public, shielding was required. Leaving it open meant exposure, feeling your bonded’s emotions in real–time could easily distract from court matters and other daily obligations.

“You’ll have to shield once we step into court,” Vladya reminded.

“I know. It’s only still open because Emeriel’s sleeping.”

“I understand,” Vladya waved off. “I was just messing with you.” Then he grew serious. “Congratulations, Daemon. I know how much this meant to you.”

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Daemonikai gave a silent nod, mouthing a soft thank you. “When your rituals are completed, and your soul is restored, you’ll also get to feel your bond to Ackeira in its fullest, pulsing, purest form. Everything you’ve been missing… it’s only a

matter of time

just have to pray the Oracle survives. The ritual can only continue if she

seventy bones in her body. The first and most extreme case of its kind. Some had already lost

to give up.

had tried every method: treatments,

ago, one of the elder shamans had formally requested permission to perform the Happy Repose ceremony–a ritual

had denied it.

not surrender her to death.

the gardens when she

the moment Emeriel stepped through the archway. “Em? I’ve been waiting for you! I needed to show

into her arms, pulling her into a tight hug, as close as their protruding bellies

sister’s neck, “I’m so happy.”

arms circled her instantly. “Oh, honey…”

my world again.” Joy made her voice shake.

smile breaking across her features. “Oh my Gods, Em, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that.” She blinked rapidly. “So you

everything. “Oh yes.” She was glowing now, utterly beaming. “Last night… and this morning, Keira,

months. I didn’t want to pressure you or speak on it too much, but Gods, Em… I was afraid. That maybe you two wouldn’t overcome it. That you might go through this whole pregnancy without that intimacy,

back,” she whispered to her sister’s