Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: Until There Was Nothing Left

Islinda could never forget the unsettling feeling of Aldric taking advantage of her body. It was as if an external force had seized control, leaving her powerless and scared. The anxiety began to creep up within her, evident by the panic in her eyes

"No, no, no..." Islinda pleaded, turning against her own will. She stared up at Aldric, who held her gaze with a steadfast determination. She despised him, hated the audacity he had to control her. She was not his puppet - he couldn’t force her to do anything she didn’t want to do.

Islinda desperately tried to create a mental barrier, hoping that it would be enough to block him out. However, just like before, she wasn’t strong enough. Aldric penetrated her mind, asserting his control over her.

"Move!" Aldric’s command resonated in her head, and her legs moved on their own accord.

"No, don’t..." Islinda fought with all her might. Sweat formed on her forehead, evidence of her struggle. But the urge to move was overpowering, and she couldn’t resist it. She feared that something terrible would happen if she disobeyed.

In the midst of all the dancing and revelry, no one noticed her internal battle. They were all too busy enjoying themselves, oblivious to the psychological warfare taking place within Islinda’s mind.

"Don’t resist, Islinda. You’re only going to hurt yourself," Aldric’s voice echoed aloud in her head, devoid of remorse

"F*ck you!" Islinda gritted her teeth, her body shaking from the effort. She pushed back against him as hard as she could, but her resistance carried little impact.

With horror, Islinda watched as she took step after step, until she was standing directly in front of the grinning Aldric. Despite her death glare, he remained unaffected, seeing her as nothing more than a child throwing a tantrum.

He reached out to caress her cheek, causing her heart to skip a beat. But dread washed over her, knowing what would come next. She pleaded with him, begging him to reconsider. She didn’t want him to kiss her, especially not here where it would draw attention. But the thought of the aftermath terrified her even more.

"I’m sorry, sweet Islinda, but I have no choice," Aldric murmured with a surprising hint of remorse in his eyes.

Tears welled up in Islinda’s eyes. "I don’t want this," she whispered desperately. "I don’t want you to kiss me."

"Sorry," Aldric murmured once more, already leaning close to kiss her.

Islinda heard the startled gasp from the couples at their side who must have picked up what was happening and very soon, every Fae in the room would notice her and Aldric kissing. They would think she had willingly kissed Aldric, without knowing he forced it on her.

No! Islinda refused to be a victim anymore. She would not be used by this selfish, dark, twisted and psychopathic prince. No, she refused to be manipulated anymore.

Raw anger and determination surged through Islinda and just as their lips were about to meet, she pushed forward a past memory of her and Valerie doing the nasty.

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