That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 299

Chapter 299:

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She used to fantasize about having a child of her own, but that dream was impossible. Especially with her current situation. Aekeira would rather not birth a child than condemn her offspring to a life of slavery.

The nursemaid placed the child in Lord Vladya’s outstretched hands, who stared down at the bundle with an intense expression. Then, as if by magic, his eyes softened, and the harsh lines of his face smoothed into a longing so raw and unguarded that Aekeira had to stifle a gasp.

“She’s beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. “She looks like her mother. You’ve done well, Merry.”

Lady Merrilyn beamed, a blush rising to her cheeks. “Thank you, Vlad. It means so much that you… that you’re holding her. I know you normally avoid newborns.”

“She’s yours,” he said, his voice coated with a sadness so heavy that Aekeira could almost taste it. “Of course, I would hold her.”

Aekeira reached out to touch his shoulder, but her fingers hovered in the air before quickly withdrawing her wayward hand.

Lady Merrilyn’s eyes narrowed, scrutinizing Aekeira as if she were peering into her very soul.

“Such a precious little one,” Lord Vladya whispered in utter misery.

The lady swallowed, sadness crossing her features. “Here, let me take her.”

Aekeira ached deeply for this ancient male. Over three millennia of life, yet he had never experienced siring his own offspring—a desire that clearly burned in every fiber of his being. It was heart-wrenching to witness his profound longing.

HIGH LORD HERODIS

Herod lay beside his sleeping mistress, sexually satisfied, basking in the blessed silence that filled the cottage. Emeriel had screamed for hours on end, but now, he was relieved to hear only the quiet sounds of contentment.

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He was glad that Emeriel was finally experiencing the full heat she deserved, with the one male in the universe she was made for. To think that his letter hadn’t even reached the fortress before her mate had traced her scent here. Soulbond truly was the whole package. Despite the bleak and seemingly doomed future, Herodis was content knowing she could have this moment of bliss.

The fire at the barn had been a harrowing ordeal, taking the entire day to extinguish. News of the Grand King’s departure had reached him upon his return, his heart aching when he learned Emeriel had been left alone for a time. But thankfully, Grand King Daemonikai had returned to her side.

“If your mind still wanders so deeply, then I must have done it wrong,” a soft voice purred, breaking the silence. His mistress had awakened, her eyes sparkling with seduction.

Herod offered her a gentle smile. “Do not fret over it, Gailyn.” She was very pretty, her features soft, despite the will of steel she possessed.

“Of course I will worry about it.” Sultry eyes, filled with a hint of challenge and purpose, met his before she began to trail a tantalizing path down his body.

Herod sighed, feeling his body stir with interest.

Gailyn had become his mistress two decades ago—a distraction from the grief and pain that had engulfed him like the fires of hell itself.

In those dark days, he had indulged in reckless behavior, sowing a lot of wild oats—Gailyn was one of them. Herod was grateful to have moved beyond that tumultuous phase, but Gailyn had remained.

After he had ceased feeling as though he would die every day, his need for her had diminished. But when one is pushed into a rut by the sweet, strong scent of a girl in heat whom he deeply cared for, there was never really any other choice, was there?

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