Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 384

Chapter 384: Offer Yourself

Islinda had the best sleep of her life.

Wait a minute, did she just say sleep?

Islinda’s eyes flew open at the same time she jolted up and moved, only to find herself falling off.....falling off what exactly?

Oh shit, she was still in the middle of falling.

A scream erupted from her throat, and her eyes widened as she plummeted face-first towards the ground... but at the last moment, something intervened. Not precisely catching her, but rather wrapping around her midsection, preventing the imminent collision with the bare ground.

How?

How was this happening?

The last thing she remembered was hiding under the table and waiting for Aldric to finish his meal so she could.... Oh shit. She was found.

Islinda became aware as a thread of shadow caressed her cheek, inducing a shiver. She realized that Aldric’s shadowy apparitions were the ones preventing her from falling. Swiftly, they lifted her off the ground and placed her on the table... the very table beneath which she had been hiding!

She had concealed herself beneath it, so how did she end up on top of it?

Fuck! She had messed up!

Islinda recognized the moment Aldric’s shadows deposited her onto the table and released their hold, retreating into his body. Her heart raced as she met Aldric’s amused eyes.

"Hello, darling. I hope you do know that meals are served on top of the table and not beneath it," he said, wearing the look of a predator who had just found its prey. She was his prey. Islinda shuddered at the thought.

She tried to speak, only to realize that her tongue felt heavy as lead and refused to cooperate. What could she possibly say in this absurd situation?

"Oh, don’t be shocked. I would never refuse an interesting meal like you," he said, his tongue jutting out to lick his bottom lip.

Wait, what?! Islinda’s mind finally started working. What in the name of madness was this psycho Fae thinking? She was not his meal. Her position under his table was misunderstood. She was hiding from him, not offering herself. Who would even think that way?! Of course, only Aldric had such a distorted mind!

"Wait! I think you are —" Islinda tried to get down from the table but his shadows burst out from his body and pushed her back down.

Islinda tried to reach the shadows as if she could just grab it and toss it away but his magic was quicker and his annoying never-ending swirls of shadows bind her hand to the table, and then the other.

"No, no...."

Her right leg was bound first before the other. Thus, Islinda found herself tied up on the table like some lamb on the altar of sacrifice.

"Let me go!" Islinda cursed, pulling at the writhing shadows, which only tightened around her skin when they sensed her trying to loosen the bind.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Aldric tilted his head, watching her with a deep look as she squirmed like a fish out of water.

Islinda hissed at him, "Get these abominable things off me."

Uncomfortable with him, she had to remind herself that the shivers down her spine were fear, not excitement. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

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