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

Chapter 685
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Chapter 685: Aekeira's lips parted, but no sound cat first. Her eyes dropped to her belly, trembling fingers hovering just above the flat surface, as if touching it would make it too real.

"I am... pregnant?" "You are. Congratulations, little one," Daemonikai said.

"Now we just need to get your male to believe it, so we can congratulate him as well." Vladya stood frozen, breathing shallow.

"But it's not possible." Looking between Daemonikai, Aekeira, and the floor, he appeared utterly gutted.

"I mean... it is me. Things like this do not happen to me." "They just did. Your soulbond carries your fruit." Daemonikai gripped Vladya's face in both hands, forcing those wandering eyes to meet his.

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"You, Vladya Theriozydovkar Skyvakto, are going to be a father. Now let that sink in." Daemonikai saw the exact moment it did. The exact moment when it finally settled on him that none of this was a jest. That Aekeira truly was pregnant. That he was going to be a father.

Releasing him, Daemonikai stepped back, giving him space.

Vladya did not move, but those wild eyes locked onto Aekeira. The girl stood still, clearly overwhelmed, alternating between looking at him and at her belly.

Finally, the third ruler pushed off the wall and staggered forward.

"I-I do not understand," Aekeira stammered.

"I cannot be... I cannot be..." "It would explain the sickness," Emeriel breathed, her eyes gleaming with tears.

"Your new aversion to flower scents... It would explain everything." "But... but..." Aekeira's mouth opened, closed, opened again. Her hands twitched at her sides as if unsure what to do, where to hold, what to feel.

"Aekeira, you are carrying... you are carrying my child?" Vladya looked stunned. Lost. Awed.

"I do not know, I-" Both of Vladya's knees struck the floor with a thud. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her closer jerkily and buried his face against her stomach. Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.

He looked up at Aekeira.

"I cannot smell anything..." Sniff, sniff, sniffff.

"In a few days, you will, V.D.," Daemonikai said.

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Latest ¢ħАþţ¤яş in GałuøvelsPerhaps it was the girl, or the rituals, or both, but for the first tin so long, Daemonikai saw Vladya... like this.

The whirlwind of emotions on his face was enough to give Daemonikai whiplash. And it made him ache for his friend. Vladya had wanted this for so long.

"My little bird," Vladya whispered. He lowered his head and brushed a soft kiss against her stomach.

"My sexy little witch... Perhaps you are a witch after all." Aekeira shook above him. A single tear slipped free, falling onto his dark hair.

"My lord..." "Blessed is the day I first set my eyes on you in Navia." Another kiss, this tlingering, reverent.

"Blessed is that day in the Abyss land when I first felt the slightest om attraction for you." A tear fell from Vladya's eyes. "You are everything good. Everything fucking beautiful.”

Daemonikai felt his own chest tighten. He pulled Emeriel intohis arms, and she wiped the tears that fell from her own eyes.

"Blessed is the day you looked upon this cruel, mad ruler and chose to devote your love to him," Vladya whispered to Aekeira. "And blessed is the belly that bore you and your sister." "Truly blessed," Daemonikai pressed a kiss on Emeriel's nose.

Vladya reached up, cupping Aekeira's face in his hands.