Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 194

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Chapter 194: The Dark Fae Prince

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"They kidnapped the queen and....." Aldric suddenly trailed off and Islinda who had been so engaged in the story looked expectantly at him, waiting for him to continue.

However, a minute went by and he still didn’t continue, so she beckoned him, "Aldric, you were saying?" Islinda drew near, anxious to hear the rest of the story. The suspense was simply nerve-wracking.

Aldric lifted his gaze onto her and Islinda froze at the dead look in his eyes. He was without emotion and a puppet might as well have narrated the rest of the story because he lacked life in him.

"They experimented on her with several dark Fae blood. On her unborn child." Aldric finally revealed the truth that made Islinda gasp, raising both hands to cup her mouth from the shock.

Islinda was too stunned to speak. She finally understood what Aldric meant by he was not born a dark Fae, rather he was made into one. They manipulated his Fate. Changed his life forever. Turned him into the very being his father detested. Such a sick joke.

Islinda felt her stomach churn and bile rose to her throat as she tried to imagine how traumatic the experience must have been for his mother, Queen Nova. It wouldn’t surprise her if the queen was never able to recover from the incident.

Aldric continued this time, but with a wry smile on his lips, "She was eventually rescued of course by my hero of a father and he poured down his wrath on the dark Faeries for daring to take his wife, his mate - not that he would admit it. He must have felt proud of his work, thinking he exacted revenge on his enemies. If only he knew his enemies were the ones who left this world with a smile on their faces for the mission fulfilled."

Aldric’s demeanor changed all of a sudden and his expression turned serious as he narrated, "Of course, my father was not unaware of the cursed rituals my mother was subjected to. He called upon the best healers to treat her and save his unborn son. They succeeded or so they thought," He said with a dark smirk, an ominous feeling in the air making Islinda gulp. She suddenly felt parched but didn’t dare to ask for water, scared to ruin the moment.

He stood up, she followed. The tension thick in the air.

"The long-awaited months were over and the prince was ready to be born except the expectation and smiles faded away with the first cry of the child because the prince was born with this -" Aldric suddenly ripped his tunic, shredding the material into two, the intensity startling Islinda until she realized the intention behind his move.

Nothing held her attention other than the ancient Fae runes on his chest glowing with magic. His magic. Aldric’s entire chest was tattooed with runes that also touched down his back and stopped short on his neck. But between the tattoos crawled shadows as if they were the same and couldn’t do without each other.

"The mark of the damned," Aldric explained when he saw how invested she was with the runes on his body.

"You’re right, the mark varies. The more markings you have, the stronger you are. I was not made with just one dark Fae blood, Islinda, but a legion of them..." His lips curled menacingly as if he took pride in being evil, "Why do you think I am called the dark Fae prince." freёweɓnovel_com