Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: A Little Rebellion

"No, don’t do it, Aldric!"

Valerie woke with a startled gasp, jolting upwards at once. His breaths were uneven and quick, so he drew long ones in a bid to calm his racing heart and wiped his palm down his face.

For two nights in a row, he has been reliving that incident in his sleep and it left him feeling shaken anytime he woke. Valerie could not forget the look on the witch’s face when Aldric slit her throat. She had trusted him, believed in him and expected that he would save her. Yet he failed. Like a fool, his feet were rooted at the spot and watched as Aldric murdered her.

The feeling of helplessness engulfed and tormented him; he did nothing. The witch wouldn’t have died if he hadn’t involved her in his crazy plan and now it was all on him. The anger built and built inside of Valerie till it reached the bottleneck and all he needed was one more push to explode. If he couldn’t protect one witch, how could he protect the Faeries of Astaria?

Valerie gritted his teeth while the bed sheet bunched up under his fist. Aldric was a threat to Astaria - and to his position. How his father left the threat to fester like a disease was beyond him. Sure, Aldric was a prince, but he was a dark Fae, first of all, well, kind of. Everyone in the royal family knew the story of how he came about.

But how long would his father feel guilty for what happened? He couldn’t protect Queen Nova and her child, that was a thing of the past. He had three sons already, losing one that wouldn’t even be missed by anyone would not make a difference. If anything, Astaria would be relieved by his good work. Nonetheless, once he – Valerie – was king in a few moons to come, everything would change.

Valerie calmed his nerves only to stiffen when it dawned on him that he was not alone. No, the summer prince hadn’t been alone, he just realized it now, having been distracted by the effects of his dream. He slowly turned only for the breath to be knocked out of his lungs when he realized it was no one else but his mother. He swallowed, the cold, indifferent mask on his mother’s expression was enough evidence she had caught up to something.

"How often do you dream of that pest?"

Valerie did not need to ask about who she was referring to, the disgust in her tone was enough clue. Only Aldric could make her hackles rise this much, aside from her co-wives. Valerie heard his mother and Aldrin’s mother never got along for one day and he could tell why even without the dark Fae history.

While Queen Nirvana, Theodore’s mother loved to be in charge, his own mother, Fae Queen Maeve relishes being the pinnacle of attention. She wanted all eyes on her like a proud peacock with the feathers on display. Sadly, the limelight was stolen from her with Nova’s arrival, and to make it worse, while she was just a princess, Nova was the winter court Queen.

In one word, dark Fae or not, he and Aldric wouldn’t have gotten along. The winter prince was too much of a threat to him and his mother whose ego was severely bruised during his mother’s reign. Rumors were suggesting that Nova was their father, King Oberon’s true mate. However, the king hadn’t come to acknowledge or debunk the claim.

True mates were rare and if that was the case, how their father could carry on with his life after Nova’s death was a mystery. True mates never fully recover from the death of one partner. King Oberon must truly hide his pain well. As twisted as it was, Aldric was the only thing left as evidence of the times he shared with his mate, Nova. No wonder he kept Aldric alive despite what he was.

"Not often, just once in a while, Mother," Valerie answered gruffly, putting the sheet aside and climbing out of the bed.

"You were not home two nights ago, where were you?" His mother interrogated him.

"Of course, I know that." You remind me, every day, he sassed in his head. ƒreewebɳovel.com

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