Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 239

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Chapter 239: Aldric Got Violent

Islinda was never claustrophobic, but now she felt the walls closing in on her. The buzz inside her head was deafening, the air thinning with every breath she took. Islinda thought that she was okay, but she was not. How did her life change so quickly? How did it take a dip from bad to worse?

She couldn’t stay any seconds more in that room and staggered out into the hallway, too disoriented to figure out where to head. Aldric made her feel special only to drag her back to reality harshly. The evolving feelings she had for him sickened her. If she happens to feel any ounce of affection for him, how does that make her any different from Rosalind?

Islinda thought Rosalind foolish for having feelings for a monster - one that would never return the feelings and her other plan had been making the Fae see Aldric wasn’t worth the trouble. Yet, she got attracted to the same Fae. She was nothing but stupid. Like a moth to a flame, she willingly walked into trouble.

"Islinda!" Someone shouted from behind just as she slid down to the floor out of exhaustion.

"Islinda," The voice called again and speaking of the devil, Rosalind’s face appeared in the line of her vision. The world felt like a distance and Rosalind’s voice dulled like it was submerged in water. But Islinda blinked, rousing out of the haze.

"Rosalind..." Her breath was labored.

"My lady," She addressed her properly this time when her gaze focused on her, panic in her voice as she asked, "What happened?"

Then her eyes widened as she glanced down at the area where there was bruising.

"W–what.... " She trailed, stunned.

"Aldric happened," Islinda confessed, watching the way her expression fell.

"How?" She finally spoke up after a momentary loss of words, "Aurelia told me Prince Aldric would be taking care of your needs and I thought to come and check up on you in case you needed anything only to find you in this state."

Or perhaps you came to spy on our activities, Islinda kept the thought to herself. This was not the time to judge the female Fae, not to mention she was the guilty party here.

"Come, we need to see Zaya. She would do something about the bruising," Rosalind said, helping her to her feet.

Islinda grimaced at the thought of going to meet the healer. She just left the Fae’s infirmary less than an hour ago, only to return. She doubted Zaya had treated any other Fae since her arrival here, unlike her who was fast becoming a regular patron. It irked her in a kind of way. In a world ruled by powerful creatures, she was nothing and her human vulnerability was beginning to get at her.