Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Aldric’s Karma

"Tell me, Princess, did you miss me? Because I did."

That confession felt like a thunderbolt struck Islinda on the head and her senses began to reel. Her eyes widened to the size of the moon while her mouth fell open, completely stupefied.

No way! Islinda quickly lifted a hand to her mouth to keep herself from screaming. This has got to be a dream. Aldric did not just say that to her!

"Why are you not talking?" He asked with his brows furrowed, staring down at her.

Islinda had to calm her racing heart by reminding herself that this was not the real Aldric. It was merely his personality. A piece of him that was weirdly open to affection. She had a hard time wrapping her head around that.

"Aldric...." She breathed, placing her hand on his chest to create space between them because his closeness was having a weird effect on her. But his damned alter ego would not budge and stand as firm as a rock.

Islinda’s hand remained on his chest as she questioned him, "Where have you been?"

Aldric chuckled as if her answer was amusing. He then slid a finger beneath her chin and lifted it until they were at the same eye level. Her breath hitched. Islinda couldn’t look into the dark prince’s bottomless dark eyes, it felt as if he was stealing pieces of her soul.

"Amusing tactics to evade answering my question," His gaze flickered down to her lips and it sent a shiver through her, "However, I would answer your question anyway considering it involves you."

Islinda’s heart skipped a beat and she told herself that it was out of anticipation and not his thumb lightly stroking her face. She desperately needed an answer, not more of his erotic touch.

"My host tried to keep me away from you by running away. But then, here we are. Mission failed. " He announced proudly.

"Your host?" Islinda breathed, realizing that he was speaking about the main Aldric. To be honest, she still had yet to accept that his mind was split.

"Of course, we are one and the same, and can’t do without another. However, our motives are different and this is a battle for survival."

Islinda gulped, having a bad feeling about this. Sure, she liked this version of Aldric that was more warm and... trusting even though he was oddly intense. But Islinda knew she wouldn’t be pleased if a part of her personality tried to take the reins, pushing her aside. Aldric wouldn’t be complete without Aldric. This was a whole lot complicated and Islinda did not know how to feel about it.

"I was not pleased with what he did to you," Aldric muttered, his hand gliding down to her neck, his long fingers wrapping around the column of her throat.

Islinda sucked in a shaky breath as she recalled him trying to squeeze the life out of her and goosebumps sprang up all over her bare arms. But the same hand was caressing her skin and she couldn’t suppress the shiver from the sensual contact.

"I–I don’t think Aldric would be pleased when he surfaces. I mean why would you even do that for me? I’m nobody." She tried to ease out of his entrapment but should have learned enough. frёewebnoѵēl.com

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