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

Vladya gripped Ackeira’s hand, whispering steady encouragements. Daemonikai held Emeriel’s tighter as she bore down, the effort wracking her body, her cries guttural.

“Good, Princess–again!”

And they did.

Over and over.

Two males–warriors, rulers, predators–turned helpless spectators as the fiercest fight they’d ever witnessed was waged right before them. A battle of life and death. Of blood and breath.

Then… a cry. A piercing, primal cry.

Daemonikai’s head snapped up as the midwife smiled, raising a small blood–slicked bundle. “You have a beautiful boy, Your Grace.”

My child.

Joy exploded in Daemonikai’s chest. He was smiling so wide it hurt, adrenaline still coursing, euphoria drowning every coherent thought.

“Here.” The midwife rose, her own eyes shimmering with tears, and gently placed the child in his arms. She was smiling as if she’d just witnessed a miracle–because she had.

Daemonikai’s hands trembled as he gathered his son close. Emeriel looked too exhausted to speak, but her eyes never left the small life they’d just created. Their boy.

“You did it. You did it, my brightest star. He’s here.”

Then another cry pierced the chamber.

Aekeira’s midwife beamed, holding up a tiny, wailing newborn. “Your Majesty, you have a son!”

Vladya’s jaw went slack for a heartbeat before splitting into a wild grin. His hands shook as he reached for the child. He and Aekeira stared down at the baby as though they were seeing the stars for the first time.

He kissed her damp forehead. “Thank you… for this gift.”

Daemonikai met Vladya’s. Both of them smiling, both blinking hard, emotion passing between them in a look that needed no words.

Emeriel looked at her sister. “We did it Keira.”

“We did,” Aekeira breathed. “We really did.”

But a moment later, Emeriel shifted uneasily. “Daemon…. something feels wrong—”

“There’s another!” her midwife gasped. “It’s coming–Princess, push!”

Daemonikai’s mouth dropped open. Another one?

Twins?

Stunned, euphoric, he could barely breathe as he held his son watching his mate bear down again. And then-

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Daemonikai and Vladya sat beside each other in chairs that had been brought

crib beside him. Outside the walls, the celebration had begun–bonfires lit across the city, laughter echoing as

borders, keeping the lands safe. The vampires were scattered or dead. Urekai had endured.

Morina was unwell tonight, and he was

gazing down at his son with eyes that could barely contain the emotion. “Look at

Daemonikai said

spoil him rotten,” Vladya

mix between a laugh and a scoff tore from Daemonikai’s throat. “You will not. That’s your heir. You do not spoil

sideways. “But the second

bets are

stiffened. The words

Vladya. Myka, Alvin, Evie–they were my family. They are gone, yes. But I carry them in my heart every day. I will always remember them. That’s what she” -he

in a better place

you are too.”

it all. My

time. Go back to the mountains. Ask the Oracle to attempt the final ritual again.

do just that,” Vladya said. “First thing in the morning.

in his chest, so sudden and deep it felt like an invisible fist had plunged

hissed, doubling

What is it? What

chest through the prolonged

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his arms. “She’s dead, then.” A

Sinai is gone.

by an unfamiliar emptiness where the bond once pulsed steadily within him, Daemonikai

I wanted to do it

her chest and feed it back

sent

as he rubbed at his chest, he felt a strange sense of fulfillment. Satisfaction,

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Been nourished by her. As much as bitterness and betrayal had torn them apart, they had

you into false sentiment,” Vladya said, his tone firm. “She had a hand in some of the most

right,” Daemonikai stated.

swung