Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139: Her Dirty Little Secret

Morning came with Islinda snoring softly in her sleep right before muttering incomprehensive gibberish that sounded like a baby’s babble. However, the sun’s ray that filtered through the curtain cast its heat upon her making her uncomfortable, plus the tantalizing smell of nature that teased her nostrils and her eyes finally opened.

She yawned loudly, stretching her body and contorting like a worm set on fire before finally relaxing on the bed. A smile crossed Islinda’s lips and for some reason, her body felt lightweight and she was oddly happy. This was the best sleep she has had since arriving here and she wondered why.

Suddenly, the memories began to return and the image of Theodore suffocating her with his twigs made her flinch and she felt her throat. She was fine, nor did she feel any pain. Did they heal her?

Islinda barely lifted the sheet off her body when the memory of Aldric leaning so close to her startled her and had her dropping the sheet in shock. What in the Fae was that? Her heart began to race so fast that she placed her hand on her chest to calm it.

What was that?

But amid her confusion, the memories played out in front of her like a vision. First was the appearance of Aldric’s lush lips that had her swallowing and her throat went dry. She could almost feel it happening again, the way his soft lips crashed hers, his hand snagging her waist and pulling her close till their bodies were pressed together and she could feel his hard form. She dug her hand into his hair and yanked on those silky soft strands as Aldric ravished her lips.

"No!"

Islinda screamed and jumped off the bed in a hurry, staring at it in horror. Please someone tell her that was part of her imagination and not exactly reality. But the evidence was there and even though it had been hours since the event, she still felt the lingering sensation of his lips on hers.

"By the gods...." She gasped as she trailed her thumb across her lips. They really did it. There was the taste of wine on her lips and she drank no wine last night, only him. He kissed her. She kissed him back. The horrors.

"No!" Islinda dramatically fell to the ground, clutching her hair that was already disheveled from sleep. At that moment, she did not possess not even an atom of the poise grace of the Fae.

What was she going to do now? How would she face Aldric? He would never let her hear the end of it. What had gotten into her? What made her even kiss that monster? Handsome men, no, Fae’s would be the death of her.

Someone just kill her already! Islinda felt great turmoil inside.

"My lady,"

Islinda gasped and hastily got on her feet, whirling around to face Aurelia who looked confused at the scene.

She smiled sheepishly at her, "Hello Aurelia. What a fine morning. Are you just waking up? I bet you had a fine night, right? Oh, what a wonderful day to be alive and witness, don’t you think so?" She effused, flustered, and nervous at the same time.

Islinda hoped Aurelia had not seen what transpired between her and Aldric last night. But then, in her memory, there was no sign of her and it was a great relief.

Aurelia and the Fae who usually accompanied her stared at each other, their eyes communicating secretly and Islinda realized at that moment if the Faeries did not know the truth, then her attitude was a straight giveaway.

Islinda bit down on her lips, why was this happening to her?

"My lady, are you okay?" Aurelia asked with a bit of concern in her eyes, "You seem quite zealous and what were you doing on the floor?"

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