Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 222

Chapter 222: Even Andre

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Andre was not quick enough to stop Islinda from dropping to the ground but he was fast enough to save her head from hitting the hard surface and getting injured. He stared at the unconscious Islinda with perplexed emotions in his eyes, her head cradled in his large palm.

He carefully settled her before turning to Aldric with burning fury in his eyes and charged at him. With great speed, Aldric was snatched from his seat and slammed against the wall such that a crack formed.

Although he was a victim of such a powerful strike, Aldric looked unfazed and was not bothered even as Andre snarled in his face, "What in the Fae is wrong with you?! You were so close to killing her! How could you take her life for granted?" His eyes narrowed suspiciously, "Or is this revenge for Tatiana? You are punishing Valerie this time!"

In a blur of motion, their position was reversed, and the breath was knocked out of Andre’s breath when he clashed with the wall. Aldric’s hand was clenched around his tunic and choked him," I told you, not to mention her name! " His eyes were dark and bulging with fury.

"So what? You would kill me?" Andre snorted, "Sure, go ahead and kill me then. Do it! What’s holding you back?!" He spoke to Aldric in defiance, without fear of retaliation.

Aldric gave him a long look before letting him go reluctantly. "Get out of here." He ordered him.

However, the instant Andre was free, he swung a fist at his brother’s face and Aldric staggered from the impact, reaching a hand to his face, his face distorting when he saw blood.

"You–!"

"You are not worthy of love!" Andre shouted, stopping him dead in his tracks.

He went on to say, "You are so twisted and bitter inside that anyone who dares to love you might as well drink poison and sleep with their ancestors! You don’t need affection, because you’re not capable of it. You have nothing but darkness in you, Aldric."

Aldric let out a ridiculing laughter, "Hello brother, isn’t that what I am? A dark Fae!" He admitted it rather proudly.

"No, don’t you dare! Don’t you dare justify your actions with your descent, Aldric? Over the centuries, I have seen worse Fae’s than you and they’re not even dark Faeries. This is your own decision, you choose to be this way. You choose to be evil."

"In that case, good to know. Now you can leave." Aldric indicated the door, tired of listening to his endless lectures. Who was he to educate him on the concept of good and bad? Not when he wasn’t a saint.

"No, I would not leave until I say my piece," Aldre refused, standing his ground.

They stood almost at the same height with Aldric being just a few inches taller, yet Andre straightened up, meeting his eyes dead on.

"I came here to make you a deal, let the matter with Valerie go and I would grant you a favor that you can collect at any time. But now, I have changed my mind, you can do whatever you want, Aldric. You are free to tell the king," He scoffed, "no, you can announce Valerie’s offense to the whole of Astaria with a trumpet, I don’t care. But do remember this, that would not change your status to the crown prince. How can you control a kingdom when you can’t control yourself? Also, Queen Maeve would kill the girl. Let’s see the leverage you would hold over Valerie once Islinda is gone."

Aldric narrowed his gaze at him, bristling at the challenge in his tone, "Is that a threat?"

Andre laughed, "Oh, of course not, how can I threaten the great Aldric, the prince of the dark Fae?" The smile faltered on his face and he drew closer till their chests were touching, "But do think of this, if Valerie hates you this much, then what would happen when Islinda is gone?"

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