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

Chapter 382

As the soldiers dragged Zaiper away, Daemonikai turned toward the werewolf king and extended his hand. “Thank you, Azrael.”

The werewolf king clasped it with a firm nod. “Anything for a friend. When I fought those bloodsuckers and you came to my aid, it changed everything. We may be even now—but call on me again, and I will come.”

“You too, my friend. The lands of Urekai are always open to you.”

“As is werewolf soil,” Azrael replied.

Daemonikai watched him walk away into the shadows, armor gleaming under the strange light of the eclipse moon.

His mind pulled back to a few weeks ago–he’d been working in the study with Emeriel when the letter came. He had initially asked for it to be discarded.

“She sent three birds, Beloved,” Emeriel had said softly. “That’s no ordinary message. Let’s at least see the context before we burn it.”

So he had opened it. And in reading it, learned everything. The extent of Zaiper’s past sins. The terrifying intricacy of his current plans. It had been enraging. But it had also given him an edge.

All thanks to his radiant star, who had urged him to call in his favor with the werewolves, even when he had resisted with stubborn defiance. Calm and rational, she had made him see the wisdom in it, drawing his eyes to the hope, to the brighter possibilities of their aid on a night like this. And now, he was glad he had listened. Glad he had made the call.

“Hey, Ancient One,” Vladya’s voice came behind him.

Daemonikai turned. His brow arched at the state of him. “You do remember you weren’t supposed to fight tonight?”

Vladya snorted, blood spattered across his tunic, grin wide. “Says the male who just spent the night hunting.”

Daemonikai exhaled a faint chuckle.

“I saw our newest prisoner,” Vladya said. “I must say, this night is turning out to be very pretty.”

“It is,” Daemonikai agreed, folding his hands behind his back as they walked side by side. “How are things with the bloodsuckers?”

“They never reached the inner halls. Our people are safe. Well…” he glanced skyward. “Mostly thanks to the werewolves. They tore through the vamps before half of them knew what hit them. The rest ran.”

Daemonikai gave him a side–eye. “You’re awfully chirpy tonight for a Urekai going through the eclipse moon.”

Vladya laughed. “Good things are happening, my friend. My third ritual passed yesterday. Tonight, we captured Zaiper. I beat the fangs out of a few bloodsuckers. What more can a male ask for?”

footsteps reached Daemonikai before the figure came into view–a young girl sprinting

girl bowed, eyes wide. “Your Highness…. Your

as Vladya tensed.

“and I’ve been sent with a message from the healers.”

“Speak,” Vladya ordered.

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was the first to break her water, but she said not to worry you, Your Grace, that you had more important things to handle and she’d be fine—but Princess Ackeira started panicking, and now her water has broken too, and she’s crying for Lord Vladya,

rippled down Daemonikai’s back. The moment the words delivering sank in, he

raw, wrenching sounds of labor–the cries, the screams, the urging voices

room. No words

like wind through the stone halls–Both

family, his sanity, his

scream ripped through the air. “Vladya!”

already lunging toward the door, fist raised to

him yet

voice was hoarse, his beast so close to the surface his eyes flickered gold. “They’re in

is their battle, Vladya. The only thing we can do

screamed and something in him

and pressed on, voice trembling.“—to hold them. To tell them we’re proud.”

Emeriel, push!” came the urgent voice of a midwife.

can’t…” Emeriel’s voice cracked.

must. You’re almost there!”

“I’m so tired…”

“So tell

and together, they shoved open

healer rushed toward them.

they were already

and pain. Sweat ran down their brows. Tears pooled in their lashes. And when their gazes found their males, both women’s expressions cracked open

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