Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Aldric Lied To Her

She was stuck with a psychopath.

A psychopath who desired her demise yet was oddly protective of her.

A psychopath whom she was attracted to yet had to hide whatever twisted feelings this was from him.

An attraction intertwined with danger.

She was fucked.

Royally fucked.

Islinda had told herself several times that it was because of Aldric’s face, nothing else, she has always had a thing for handsome men, except this was a Fae with an otherworldly beauty. A devastating beauty. But ever since that fling with Eli, she could not understand anymore. Her feelings were complicated and it seems she messed up by getting entangled with Eli.

She could no longer separate these confusing feelings inside of her. Does she still feel a thing for Valerie? Whenever she thought of him, there was this aching void inside of her, but that was all. If anything there were only four emotions she felt whenever she thought of him.

Anger : He tried to swap her soul. Curiosity : What went down between him and Aldric for the dark Fae prince to hate him this much?

Guilt : What would he think of her upon knowing she got intimate with Aldric and Eli.

Fear : How would she protect him from whatever Aldric has planned?

The fluttering excitement and pulse that once accompanied thoughts of Valerie had dulled, replaced by an overwhelming focus on Aldric. There was just so much space between them and everything had changed. Perhaps, it might have to do with the fact that Aldric’s face is all she sees now and if she sees him again, all the feelings would return and with it, a bit of clarity.

Maybe if she met with Valerie tonight, the fluttering butterflies in her belly would reignite and Aldric would pale in comparison. Maybe his presence would save her from Aldric’s charm. Yes, it had to. Because she was scared of herself at this point. Of her feelings.

"I don’t want this," Islinda muttered, eyeing the necklace in his hand. It was a mesmerizing gemstone, the stone radiating a soft, iridescent glow and dangling from a silver chain.

Despite the logical need for protection, her stubbornness resisted making it easy for him. She can’t make this too easy for Aldric. Deep down, she took perverse joy in testing his patience. Those tiny veins bulging in his forehead whenever she provoked him was quite a delightful feeling. He was not the only one who took pleasure in others’ misery. Islinda reveled in the power to provoke him, finding satisfaction in the subtle signs of his discomfort.

"Islinda," There was warning in Aldric’s voice and his eyes had slightly hardened. "Don’t push me."

"Let me die then." She whispered.

Dying was not an easy thing but Islinda would gladly give up her life to prevent this impending doom.

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