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

Chapter 801 Chapter 801: His possessive instincts were stirring. Seven months into her pregnancy, her belly sat high and full-rounder even than her sister's-which made her feel self-conscious. But Daemonikai thought she looked sexy. Good enough to... devour. As soon as she was within reach, he took her hand and gently pulled her onto his lap. He settled her against him with care, sliding a large palm over her belly, protective. "What happened?" she asked. "Did you find him? Did you fight and he...?" Escape? Is that why you're bruised and he's not here? Daemonikai shook his head.

"We crossed through wild territory. Fought off packs of them." He caressed her belly. "But I'm fine now." She lifted her hand and placed it over his chest. "And your mind?" she asked. "The voices?" "Quiet." He didn't tell her how loud they had become lately. How hard it had been to restrain the bloodlust. She didn't need that weight. "What about the dark mage who wove the spell?" she asked next. "It's as if he vanished from the world," Daemonikai said calmly. "All we know is that he's still somewhere within Urai. The borders are sealed; no one can cross without my knowledge.

But he remains hidden." Emeriel's lips thinned. "The Mage King suggested using magic to locate him," Daemonikai continued. "He can cast the spell... but it would leave me paralyzed for an entire month." Emeriel was already shaking her head before he finished. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findnøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "I said no," she told him. "You will not be crippled and bedridden while enemies roam freely through my kingdom." Daemonikai reached out and smoothed a loose strand of her hair into place with the rest.

"Then I'll stick to the plan I have." His fingers lingered a moment longer than necessary. "First, I find Zaiper. Once I have him, finding the sorcerer will be simple." ｍｅ ｕｄｔｅｓ ｎ ɢｌｖｌ. "I agree." Emeriel's long lashes lowered, casting shadows over her eyes. "I've been thinking..." When she looked up again, there was resolve in her gaze. "I want to feed you properly." He opened his mouth, but she raised a hand. "Listen to me," she said. "I hate knowing that you're starving. That you're not feeding the way you should." . . .