Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 2

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Chapter 2 - Islinda Was Left At A Crossroad

Islinda did not die.

However, whoever knocked into her might as well have given her a taste of death because her head spun, pain pierced through her body from the impact and she squeezed her eyes shut in a grimace. Deep down, she knew the hunger was responsible for the dizziness but not the suffocating weight on top of her.

Wait, did she just say weight....?

Her mind finally cleared and Islinda found out that she was being pressed down by a larger and heavier body. At first, she panicked, having thought it was a hunter trying to force himself on her, until she lifted her head and stared into golden glowing eyes that sent fear slithering down her spine in a dark caress.

"By the gods, no...." She choked, recognizing the otherworldly creature staring at her with those strange eyes, and the blood drained from her face. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

No! It was impossible! it wasn't even dusk yet!

"Never cross the borderland between the human and the fae," her father had once warned her as a kid. Growing up, she had heard people tell the tales of the exotic pointed-eared creatures that lived behind the Divider. They were called the Faes.

Islinda had once seen a Fae as a child, but that one was weak and a female, unlucky enough to be captured by the humans who paraded her around as a form of amusement. She could recall having eagerly taken in the Fae's appearance, which was so similar to humans and yet so different.

Faes were beautiful, ethereal creatures that never aged. It is said that they are frozen right around a certain age and the one that had been captured that day was a child by their standards. Islinda did not know what happened to that particular Fae afterward because her father had dragged her away from the crowd to save her life.

Her father told her that had it been a stronger fae, the stupid humans would have been obliterated in a twinkle of an eye. Faes were that powerful - and merciless - and if she were unlucky to come across one, she had to run as fast as she could without looking back.

Sadly, what was she going to do now that the dreadful creature had her pinned to the ground with no form of escape?

Islinda did not make a move. No, she didn't dare to, not while lying helplessly beneath this deadly creature, and watching possible ways he could kill her playing out in her head. She chose to go as still as possible.

Most dangerous animals do not attack unless provoked, perhaps, she could apply the same technique to him. Hence, she did not even feel the snow soaking into her coat and chilled her body. No, all that mattered was staying alive.

However, it was at that moment that Islinda noticed the sweat coating the creature's forehead. So, they do sweat, Islinda was surprised. But that was until she saw his face was contorted in... pain? Something was wrong. It then hit Islinda that if the Fae wanted to kill her, he would have done it already.

"H-help.... me...." The creature spoke out with difficulty and her eyes widened greatly.

Islinda couldn't tell which discovery was most shocking, the fact that the Fae creature was able to speak their language or that he was asking her for help. However, help for what?

And then she felt it, another liquid soaking into her clothes and it was different from the snow because it was warm and sticky. With a frown, Islinda reached down between them and then lifted her hand only to come up with blood and her heart rate picked up speed.

As if the Fae creature finally accomplished his plan, he collapsed on top of her and the breath was once again stolen from her lungs. He slumped on her with the whole of his weight and Islinda could not squirm out from beneath him. He was too heavy.

"Gods, what was going on here?" Islinda wanted to cry at her strange predicament. She had only come here to hunt for food, not get involved in whatever crazy situation this was.