All Chapters of That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

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 D

PRINCESS EMERIELEmeriel woke with a load in her chest that had nothing to do with the heaviness of her pregnancy. She stretched to relieve the aching pull in her lower back, sighing. At five months, her body was beginning to feel the strain in earnest. Yet it was not her body that troubled her this morning.She had a bad feeling.The morning passed, the servants arriving to help her bathe and dress, but the feeling did not fade. She told herself it was nothing. It was not uncommon for Daemonikai to be delayed. His duties often took him longer than was expected.But the feeling would not leave her.She tried to distract herself. Reading in the library, tending the garden, wandering through the plantations. Even time spent with Aekeira brought little relief. Eventually, she gave up entirely and made her way to Blackstone to confront Grand Lord Vladya.She hesitated briefly before knocking on the door to his study.“Come in,” came the deep, familiar voice.Emeriel entered, finding the g

“You need to find a new supplier for your scent suppressants,” Ottai added dryly. “They did a poor job.”Sinai gave a strained laugh. “Apologies for sneaking. I was at Blackstone and happened to see where the three of you were headed. I… couldn’t help my curiosity.” Then she straightened her spine, slipping into the cold confidence that Emeriel had seen so many times before. “There is nothing to be worried about, I have known about all of this for months. I am the one feeding him and his supposed lover, remember?”The Third Ruler’s expression did not soften. “Which is the only reason I allowed you to stay behind those doors. But you know our laws. Spying on private matters is a punishable offense.”“I should have you dragged back to the dungeon,” Ottai snapped, angry too.“You will not do that, Fourth Ruler,” she said smoothly. “Not when I'm offering to help.”Ottai released Emeriel’s shoulders and turned toward her. “What help could you offer?”“You cannot bloodfeed him now,” Vladya

Sacred relics gleamed beneath protective glass, set upon altars of blackwood and obsidian. Votive lights shined in iron sconces along the walls. Every detail spoke of reverence, tradition, old magic and power.Entering the hall, Daemonikai’s eyes landed on one object in particular. The Charlice.Once awakened, it was one of the most powerful relics they ever possessed. Among its many abilities was the power to grant them strength on their night of weakness. Stolen during the last eclipse moon, Vladya had pried it from the human king’s dead fingers after he'd slain him.Forcing that night away from his thoughts, Daemonikai ascended the dais, the gathered assembly rising in deference.His eyes found her, as they always did. And as ever, something in him relaxed and softened.Princess Emeriel sat among the highborn ladies and mistresses of Urai. Beside her was her sister. The two women leaned together, heads touching as they slept with a bowl of nuts rested precariously on their laps.“L

Something dark was brewing in Daemonikai’s chest. Something that demanded blood.In a blink, he moved. One moment he stood on the dais; the next, he was where Zaiper stood. Only to find empty air.The court gasped.Zaiper was already across the hall, beside Aekeira seizing her, yanking her from her seat, one arm locking tightly around her throat as he dragged her into the open.“What the hell are you doing, Grand Lord Zaiper?!” High Lord Jakal shouted, leaping to his feet, several other high lords following.“Sit your asses down!” Zaiper barked right back. “If not, I will gut her where she stands!”Aekeira choked back a cry, arms coming up protectively around her belly. Emeriel had gone pale as a ghost.“You think I fear dying?!” Zaiper spat. “You may kill me, but I'll take her with me! Her and the seed she carries! Try me!” His glare swept the room, stopping on Daemonikai. “I dare anyone to unleash their pheromones on me! I feel so much as a sizzle of it, and I gut her like a fish!”