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

Chapter 871 Chapter 871: Vladya took Aekeira's hand, whispering constant words of encouragement. Daemonikai held Emeriel more firmly as she lunged toward her, her body torn by the effort and her cries guttural. "Alright, Princess, again!" And they did. Over and over. Two men-warriors, rulers, predators-became helpless spectators as the fiercest battle they had ever witnessed was fought before them. A life-or-death struggle. Blood and breath. Then... a scream. A piercing, primal scream. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNøvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Daemonikai's head jerked up as the midwife smiled, lifting a small, bloodied bundle. "You have a beautiful boy, Your Grace." My son. Joy exploded in Daemonikai's chest. He smiled so widely it hurt. Adrenaline still coursed through him, euphoria drowning out every coherent thought. "Here you go." The midwife stood up, eyes filled with tears, and gently placed the child in his arms. She smiled as though she had just witnessed a miracle, because she had. Daemonikai's hands trembled as he held his son.

Emeriel seemed too exhausted to speak, but her eyes never left the little life they had just created. Their son. You did it. You did it, my brightest star. He's here. Then another scream tore through the chamber. Aekeira's midwife beamed, holding a small, crying newborn in her arms. "Your Majesty, she has a son!" Vladya's jaw slackened for a moment before splitting into a wild grin. His hands trembled as he reached for the child. He and Aekeira stared at him as though seeing the stars for the first time. He kissed the baby's wet forehead. "Thank you...

for this gift." Daemonikai met Vladya's gaze. Both smiled, both blinked hard. The emotion passed between them in a look that needed no words. Emeriel looked at her sister. "We did it, Keira." "We did," Aekeira sighed. "We really did." But a moment later, Emeriel shifted, uneasy. "Daemon... something's not right..." "There's another one!" her midwife gasped. "It's coming! Princess, push!" . . .