Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 296

Chapter 296: The Bond

"Princess Isla, are you alright?" The stall owner asked, breaking her train of thought and cold reality dawned on her. She was lusting after Eli. Sure, she had always been attracted to his good looks, but it was nothing this intense.

The way Eli stared back at her hinted he had an idea of her lustful thoughts too and she turned the other way, blushing hard. The gods help her because she had no idea how to survive tonight being this horny.

Islinda did not want to sleep with Eli because she felt she would be giving a part of herself to someone who didn’t deserve it. Sure, Eli was cute, loyal, thoughtful, and sweet, but he was just a part of the dark prince he would not let out. Soon Aldric would take over and it would not surprise her if he used that against her.

She created space between them, intentionally focusing on the stall owner who instructed her on what to do and pretending to be oblivious to his heated stares.

"So I lift the blood to his muzzle and when he’s tasted it, the bond is established. Just like that, it’s over? Would I feel anything special? Also why the blood though? I thought there would be some witchy spell or something extra magical to bind us together?"Islinda peppered him with question, having had high expectations.

"You’re human and wouldn’t feel anything at all. Also just as your words, blood is binding too. Once both of you are bound, the cat belongs to you and will not harm you. You are practically its mistress." He explained to her.

"Okay. Although, I’d prefer being called its caretaker. I don’t know you Fae, take care of your pets but this is my baby from now on," Islinda declared, following his instruction.

She was distracted while letting the cat taste her blood and screamed when it bit down so hard that tears escaped her eyes. She let go of the cat instinctively and he dropped to the ground.

"Princess!" Eli shouted, coming to her side and holding up her finger that was bleeding profusely from the wound. But Islinda was not listening because she gasped aloud, her mind elsewhere. Far, far away from this world.

It felt as if something or someone had reached deep down inside of her, tugging at the strings of her soul and they fused, a painful heat searing the exchange.

"Islinda?" Eli’s voice broke through the haze, "Are you okay?"

Islinda quickly straightened up, realizing she had been bending over all this time. She wiped away the sweat from her forehead, wiping her clammy hand down her dress, slightly shaken.

"What happened?" She asked, confused. Why was everyone looking at her strangely.

"You were screaming. I thought you were in pain and.... " Eli swallowed, his expression taut, "I didn’t even know how to help."

Islinda noticed the way his hand that reached for her face shook slightly and she felt bad for putting him through such stress.

He pushed the hair away from her face, confessing with a strange vulnerability in his eyes, "I was so afraid. I have never felt this helpless and I don’t like feeling that way at all."

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