That Prince is a Girl the Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate - Chapter 698

Chapter 698:

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Still, it felt like an illusion, as if his yearning soul was conjuring a dream too sweet to be real.

He was trying to control his happiness, the hope growing inside him.

“I need you to say it again, healer,” he muttered, his voice shaking.

“You are going to be a father again.”

“Vladya! Emeriel is with child!” He called out, chest heaving with laughter. Pure joy!

The doors burst open, and Vladya was suddenly there. Hot on his heels was Aekeira, who had spent the night restless.

The open door.

Daemonikai ran through it, onto the balcony, where he threw his head back and roared.

It rose through the celebration, through the chattering of people and music.

The next roar was a thunderous declaration, louder and fiercer. A call to celebrate. A proclamation of triumph.

Inside him, the elation and joy were too enormous to suppress. Even after the third roar, it was not enough.

So, he whirled around and ran. His feet pounded against stone as he moved through the corridor, past the intersection, down the spiraling stairs, and out into the open yard.

Then he was shifting into his beast form, the wind whipping around him as he circled the citadel three times. Exulting in the release, the power in every sinew. The sharp spines of his tail beat the air, then scraped the ground. Fire that could not be held in burned his chest. She is carrying my child. My. Child.

At last, he skidded to a stop in the heart of the courtyard, lifted his head to the sky, and roared again.

The people fell to their knees around him.

Transforming back into his male form, Daemonikai collapsed on the ground. Then, he began to laugh. Deep, unbridled, chest-heaving laughter.

L𝖆𝑡𝓮𝓼𝓉 с𝗁𝓪ⲣ𝓉𝓮𝗋𝓈 𝗀αⱠn𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀．ⅽ𝑜𝖒

He stared skyward, watching the stretch of stars. Tears blurred his vision. Still, he laughed.

“How does it feel?”

Daemonikai did not turn. Vladya settled himself on the ground beside him.

“Indescribable.” He was still grinning.

“I am going to be your father again, Vladya.”

“I know how you feel. It is mesmerizing, is it not? I know the depth of your joy. Congratulations, Ancient One.”

“I had no trouble persuading you to accept your own impending fatherhood, yet now I find myself gripped by fear.” He sprang upright, smile dimming a bit.

“I dread moving from here. I fear that if I breathe wrongly, this dream will shatter.”

“It is no dream,” Vladya nudged him.

“It is as real as the blood in our veins, my friend. Both our females conceived in their last heat. Aekeira from her first full heat, Emeriel from a mini-heat.”

“Miraculous, isn’t it?”

“Wondrous. Tremendous. Phenomenal. I have a lot of words for it, really. But what matters most is: you and I—” Vladya smirked, “—we are to be fathers.”

“We are,” Daemonikai nudged him back.

“We did it. We fucking did it, Vladya.”

“Fuck yeah, we did.” Vladya’s voice dropped low.

“I went straight for the womb.”

“That night? Same here. Pounded the hell out of it. It was a damn battle—and I won.”

“Hell yeah, we did.” The two males slapped hands hard.

“Showed Mother Nature who’s fucking boss. Now we’ve got fruits buried in there, already starting to grow.”

“And it’s going to grow strong. We’ll make damn sure of it.” Daemonikai sprang to his feet, energy renewed.

“Come, we need to return. I must hear all the healers have to say. I couldn’t hold back—I had to release it.”

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