That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King’s Slave Mate Novel

Chapter 711: "I don't want you to harm yourself either," she whispered.

"So, I've found a solution."

"No, we're not trying again. I refuse to put you through that."

"Take another female to your bed." Daemonikai blinked, processing the words, but they still held the same meaning. Did she really say that?

"What?" Perhaps it was just the headache interfering with his hearing.

"Please, do it for me. For yourself. For our child." She took his wrists into her hands, looking so tired.

"I have no intention of doing that, and I will not have you speak of it again." His voice was steely now, his spine taut. He pulled away from her.

"This discussion is over. Go to your room."

"Please, hear me," she whispered.

"Emeriel," he snapped, furious.

"Go. To. Your. Room."

She flinched. For a moment, he thought she might protest. But she stood, her cheeks damp, her hands shaking as she dried them.

Daemonikai looked away. He didn't like seeing her this way, yet he could not bring himself to soften. Angry, yes, but underneath was despair.

Is this what our life has come to?

His Soulbond thought herself so broken, she believed the only way forward was for him to take another female to bed-just to keep the madness at bay.

Daemonikai might have laughed, if his chest didn't feel so damn heavy.

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She sank to her knees before him.

"Please, just listen."

"I won't listen to any more of this nonsensical-" He stopped himself. Took a deep breath and forced his lungs to expand fully before releasing it.

"These past months, I've allowed myself to be bound whenever an episode threatens," he said, calmer now, though no less firm.

"I've learned to read the signs before it happens. And I am perfectly willing to be chained-locked away in the Forbidden Chambers, if that's what it takes." His green eyes held her blue ones.

"But hear me, and hear me clearly. I have no desire-none-to be with another female. I want no other. It's you I want. Your body. Your soul. All of you. And I'm willing to wait for as long as it takes you to find your way back to me regarding intimacy."

"Daemon, please…?"

"I'm not doing it," he snapped.

"And, frankly, I'm really pissed you would make such a request. Go to your room."

Her shoulders sagged.

Then, she placed a protective hand on her belly.

"I really apologize, Your Grace. It's just… the thought of harming this child frightens me greatly. And you falling into that state again… the thought haunts me. Why choose the cure over prevention? Why wait for you to lose control when something can be done to stop it? Why risk losing you completely to the feral when it could be managed?

Until we find out who did this and how to undo it, we still need to do all we can to survive this."

Daemonikai's throat worked around a bitter answer, but it did not pass his lips.

He had never resented her sharp mind, until now.

Because she speaks the truth.

He had sworn to protect her, to do everything within his power to safeguard the life they had created together. Yet here he was, torn between reason and emotion-choosing irrationality and his own feelings over the truth. He knew he needed to sate his most basic instincts or risk endangering his fragile, new family. And he hated that truth and himself for the choice he was facing.

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