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

Chapter 895 Chapter 895: One last time, they rested their foreheads against each other's shoulders. His face contorted, trying to suppress the pain. But when he pulled back, he smiled again. "See you next time, guys." "Goodbye, Father," they greeted him. "Take care of your family," Alvin said. "Myka, my mother and I are happy. Now, please... be happy too." "I already am," Daemonikai whispered. "I love both of you more than I'll ever... I'll never truly know. But you'll always be in my heart. Go now. Rest." They smiled and disappeared. His eyes snapped open. Darkness. His room. His bed.

Alone. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Findηʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Tears welled up. Warm and silent, sliding down his face and soaking his pillow. He let them fall. He had finally seen his children, finally been able to say goodbye. They were at peace. The bed sank beside him. Warm arms wrapped around his body, pulling him upward. He instinctively turned, wrapping himself in the embrace of his companion, holding her tightly, in silence. "Bad dreams?" Her voice was soft. Daemonikai shook his head. "No, they were good dreams. The best of them.

I finally got to say goodbye." Emeriel pulled back, studying his face before gently cradling the back of his neck, pressing him against the warm cushions of her chest. "I'm so glad to hear that." She stayed there for a moment, savoring his scent, the steady beat of his heart. "Thank you," he murmured. "For filling my life. For entering it." Read exclusive content at gⱯlnσνℓs․com "When you did that, you gave me my life back." His hand caressed her hair. "Always." "How are the little ones?" she asked after a moment. "Asleep," Emeriel said with a smile. "I just fed them.

Lady Livia is with them now." "Really?" he reflected, already imagining their peaceful faces. "Yes." He moved, returning to caress her chest, his voice dropping lower. "There's one more mouth to feed." She laughed softly. "Blood feeding? But... your blood host came yesterday." "She did." Her name was Yevia, a three-hundred-year-old female, bonded to the love of her life and the mother of a strong young son. She wasn't of noble birth, but she was respectful, well-mannered, and carried herself with dignity. Their feeding sessions were calm and impersonal, just as they should be. . . .