Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 23

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Chapter 23 - I Am Your Nightmare

Panic rose through Remy when she was unable to move a muscle. It was a lucid dream and she should be able to direct and control the course of her dream. But that wasn't the case. It was almost as if she was pushed into the seat of a carriage ride and someone else manipulated her dream.

At first, she was unable to see anything past the encroaching darkness that sent chills down her spine and her instincts warned her to run! To wake from this slumber! But there she lay helpless, squirming in real life, not that there was anyone to help her.

And suddenly, there he was, hovering over her, it was the young boy that the bitch Islinda had brought home. Remy should not be afraid of him but it was the feeling of a prey recognizing a bigger predator. There was a menacing energy around him that made her heart begin to pound loudly in her chest. Something was not right about the boy.

"Ahh," He rasped, taking a good look at his handwork, "You don't look so scary anymore, do you? How easy it was to get into your dreams, pathetic human."

Fear entered Remy's eyes and she willed herself to wake from this nightmare, but nothing happened. She grunted with all her might, trying to move all to no avail. There was a greater force holding her down and she panicked further.

"W-what are you?! Who are you?!" Her voice climbed a notch higher and was shaky, realizing finally that she was in danger.

Aldric smirked, "I thought you were never going to ask." He stood straight, his head lifted with pride, "I am your nightmare. Creatures of lore you humans speak off to scare bad kids into good behavior. But don't worry, I'm no longer a myth, now flesh and blood. Aren't you honored to see me?" He grinned, fangs outstretched and gleaming with malicious intent.

Remy's blood chilled as she saw her life flash before her eyes. She can't die yet. She was not ready to die now. Death looked painful.

"Please don't kill me," She squeaked, tears beginning to slide down her cheeks and she was hiccuping with her emotions running high.

"Kill you?" Aldric mused before bursting into laughter that didn't even come to be hilarious to Remy. If anything it scared her further because the man seemed unhinged.

"Oh you poor, human," He cooed, "I'm not killing you." He pursed his lips, thinking about it, "At least, not yet. You see I'm on a mission and killing you would only be a hassle and distraction. I need something from Islinda and until I achieve my purpose, you would not oppose my temporary stay here, would you?"

As dumb as Remy was, she got the point and shook her head quickly, "Of course not, you can stay as long as you want." She conceded out of fear.

"Good." Aldric was leaning beside her now, reaching out to push her hair away from her tear-stained face.

He said, "You would not remember this dream except an innate fear of me when you wake and would stick to our arrangement. Now sleep." Aldric snapped his fingers and her eyes were shut close instantly.

"Good girl," Aldric muttered after retreating from her mind and staring at her sleeping figure. The human looked so innocent and peaceful with her eyes shut which was a huge contrast to hours ago when she had been raging at Islinda.

Annoyance shot through Adric and he lifted his feet and kicked her off the bed. Remy landed on the ground in a heap, a pained groan leaving her mouth and yet she didn't wake. While it was a petty move for someone of his status, it felt oddly satisfying.