All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 331 - Chapter 340

GRAND KING DAEMONIKAI The healer stepped back, wiping her hands on a cloth. "It is confirmed, Your Grace. Your female is with child."Daemonikai heard the words. He even processed them, understood what they meant. And yet… "What?"The healer smiled. " Congratulations."That doesn’t seem right. “No one gets pregnant from a mini-heat.”“Your female just did.”“But, she does not have the scent of—““Your Highness,” she called, patiently. “She truly is pregnant.”Pregnant.Was this real?After years of longing, of praying to gods who had turned deaf to his pleas, who had taken from him instead of giving…Could this truly be happening?"A-are you sure?" His knees felt weak, and he gripped the edge of the wooden table."I am certain," she reassured him. "She is four to five weeks along."Daemonikai’s eyes shifted to Emeriel’s sleeping form, his heart drumming. She lay beneath the covers, her face serene, her breathing soft.“Your Highness,” The healer’s voice held an emotional tremor. "I ca

"It is difficult for me as well," he confessed. "I cannot scent it on you yet, and it makes me—makes us—restless.”He turned her hand over and pressed a tender kiss to her palm."But I can feel it, Emeriel. Deep in my heart, I know that just beneath yours lies the greatest gift of all."Her lower lip wobbled. "I am elated. My heart is filled to the brim.""You need to see my own," he murmured. "If only our bond were active now, I would bare it to you, so you could feel all I feel.""Daemon, your words make me feel so...""Thank you for being born,” he swiped the tear away with a finger. “Thank you for surviving despite everything. Thank you for living as a male all your life—for enduring, for standing strong every day."He held her by the waist and pulled her to the edge until she was seated before him, legs spread on either side of his kneeling form.Then, he dropped his forehead to her stomach. "Thank you for being stubborn enough to get yourself sold with your sister."He could not

"I have existed since nearly the dawn of time, have witnessed countless atrocities and unspeakable horrors—I have seen kingdoms rise and fall. Many have required my intervention, but I did not meddle.""Exactly how we like you,” Zaiper snapped. Do not interfere with the natural order, return to sleep in the coffin-bed and leave the world to ordinary mortals. Why do you persist?""Let us just say… this time, I choose to," she said. "This conversation has sealed your fate, Zaiper Thoryk Dragaxlov. The next time we meet will be in the public eye, with me standing in my physical form while the world listens to tales of your crimes. And that day is near, I have nearly completed my tasks here."She paused, slanting her head to look at him. "Oh, and I see you are searching for ways to kill me. One dark mage and three shamans? Daring, but pitiful, really. Incompetent rat."Zaiper bristled, turning away, ears flushing pink. Why did she always have to know?"I could wish you better luck in your

PRINCESS AEKEIRAAekeira sat by the window, stitching as she hummed an old lullaby. Sunlight spilled pale and thin through the lattice, allowing her to enjoy the quiet and peace.Until Emeriel entered.She moved like a sleepwalker. Eyes swollen and red, face pale with exhaustion. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her lips trembled even as she tried to hold herself together.“Em!” Aekeira dropped her sewing at once, rising quickly to her feet. “Are you alright? Why do you look like—?”Her sister crossed the room, collapsed into her arms, and started bawling. The kind where the sobs are harsh and violent as if dragged from the soul.“Speak to me, what’s going on!?” Aekeira was panicking more with every sob. “You’re frightening me! You know you shouldn’t be crying like this; you’re pregnant for light’s sake!” Now she was crying too, unable to hold back. “Em, please!”Still, Emeriel only wept.She cried as though there was no end to her pain. Sobbed as if no hope remained in the

She knocked once.Shit. Sinai needed to tamp down her anticipation, excitement, and relief.Who would have thought that just when she was about to surrender, Fate would choose to smile upon her?It'd been so long since she'd received the message that, at first, it had failed to register. But when it did, she had flown from her bed and readied herself with a speed she'd not thought herself still capable of.And now, she stood before the chamber where the soldier had escorted her to, clad in one of her finest, most enticing nightrobes. One that clung to her body like a second skin, cut to reveal more than it concealed. Easy to slip from the shoulders. Easier still to discard entirely.For effect, she had bathed herself in the oils of meccai leaves to deepen her blood’s scent. Making her more tempting. Divine.“Enter.”Sinai walked inside and quietly closed the door. The room was dark with only the flicker of a single brazier near the bed.Daemonikai stood by the window, arms crossed, h