Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 468

Chapter 468: In Heat

"Did he hurt you?" Andre checked on her as soon as Aldric left, looking like he was about to touch her before hesitating at the last minute, as if remembering the "advice" his brother had given him.

Islinda’s lips pressed together at the thought. She and Aldric needed to establish clear boundaries. Just because she was his... hostage? It didn’t mean he had the right to make decisions for her. She had a right to privacy as well.

"No, I’m fine," she answered him.

Andre’s eyes narrowed suspiciously; he didn’t believe her.

"I mean it," Islinda said, rolling up her sleeves to show Andre that she wasn’t hiding any bruises.

"We just... talked?" Her face turned beet red.

"Oh," Andre finally understood, scrunching up his nose. "No wonder you reek of him."

"I smell like Aldric?" Islinda panicked, tugging on her tunic to check, but there was no smell. "I don’t smell anything at all."

Andre sighed, "Just be grateful you can’t detect it."

Islinda frowned, "Is it that bad?"

"Oh, no, Aldric doesn’t smell bad. At least he keeps good hygiene. But scent is important here. If potential males were to smell Aldric on you, they might see it as a challenge and think he’s asserting his dominance." Andre gestured, "You know, staking his claim."

"Aldric has no claim to stake, and thank the gods there are no potential males here to start a competition," Islinda said in relief.

"Don’t you like Aldric?" Andre asked.

"W-what?" Islinda was startled by the sudden question.

Andre looked at her, "The way you keep denying your relationship with Aldric, and yet both of you are clearly together."

"It’s not that..." Islinda paused, taking a deep breath. "It’s complicated."

"Or maybe you’re making it complicated. Either you’re Aldric’s woman or you’re not, or you’re both my brothers’ woman," Andre said.

"Andre!" Islinda cautioned him, her face flushing. "I wouldn’t start a harem like your father. Besides, don’t you even see your own family?"

"In my defense, no family is perfect. And a harem? Although I’m sure it guarantees the best sex," he said suggestively, winking at her.

"By the gods," Islinda pinched the bridge of her nose. She was rendered speechless and let out a frustrated grunt instead. "This is not funny anymore, Andre. And why are you so interested in this matter anyway, other than being concerned for your brothers? Moreover, this is not what we came here to discuss. Why do you always divert the subject?"

Andre muttered under his breath, "Maybe then, other potential males can send the right signal."

"What?" Islinda didn’t hear what he said.

"Never mind," Andre dismissed it with annoyance, leaving Islinda more confused.

What’s with all the royal princes today? First, Theodore behaves out of character by soothing her panic, then Valerie acts like an ass, Aldric says foolish things, and now Andre is strangely grumpy. Is everyone going through menopause? Islinda wondered if the Fae went through something similar since they lived long lives.

"I have discreetly sent out a request for a witch, and I’ll let you know once we have one. I don’t trust the witches from the palace; they’re all spies for the Queens," Andre said.

Islinda rolled her eyes, "And you say having a harem is fun?"

Andre ignored her sass and continued, "I would have suggested writing to you, but I’m afraid it might be intercepted. So I’ll visit you to update you on the plan."

"Well, I advise you to wait a little before visiting Aldric’s castle. He kind of has it out for you now that he thinks you have feelings for me. I thought he was smart, but it seems he’s dumber than I thought. Can you imagine, the two of us together?" Islinda gestured between them and burst into hysterical laughter.

She would have continued laughing if it wasn’t for the fact that Andre didn’t seem amused and even seemed to be scowling. She swallowed and wondered if she had gone too far with her joke.

The laughter abruptly stopped, and she cleared her throat. "The point is, you should wait until Aldric calms down before we do anything. He already suspects something between us, and we don’t want to give him any more reason to be suspicious."

Then it hit her. "Also, as a spy master, shouldn’t you have your own people planted in Aldric’s home?"

Andre averted his gaze, looking uncomfortable. "I’m not saying anything."

A knowing smirk formed on Islinda’s face. "So you do have people."

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