Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487: His Intentions

"But don’t worry, I attempted to kill you and you attempted to kill me. I suppose we are even now. So go back inside, Islinda. You shouldn’t be out here at this time," he commanded, his tone filled with menace and authority.

Islinda shivered, momentarily tempted to obey his command, but the defiant fire inside her burned brighter. She shook her head firmly. "No."

Aldric raised an eyebrow, surprised. "What did you just say?"

Islinda’s voice grew stronger as she spoke, her tone unwavering. "No," she repeated, a little louder this time, growing braver by the second. She defiantly stared him in the eyes. "You tried to kill me, and that’s something I cannot easily forgive. I can’t even stand the sight of your face right now. How can you be so calm about attempting to take my life? So no, I don’t want to be under your protection anymore. I want out of here. I don’t want to see you."

How dare he think he could control her after trying to kill her? Unlike Aldric, who believed she had deceived the Fae servant, Islinda knew she had died. If she weren’t momentarily indestructible, she would have died in his hands. So, yes, Islinda had every reason to stand up to him. She was fed up with his domineering nature. Most importantly, she didn’t want to look at his face in that moment.

"Islinda..." Aldric’s voice was strained as he pinched the space between his brows. "It’s very late, and I am not in the best mood."

To prove his point, Aldric gripped the hilt of his dagger and slowly withdrew it, causing Islinda to wince. She could feel the pain he must be experiencing, even though he appeared unbothered.

Islinda sensed the threat in his words, but she had long stopped caring. She was officially done with Aldric and his egotistical ways. Who knows what he would do to her next? It was only a matter of time before he discovered her secret, assuming he didn’t kill her right now and find out regardless.

"Islinda..." Aldric called again, a tick appearing in his jaw as his patience wore thin. "Go inside," he gruffly commanded.

"No." Islinda stood her ground, her hands clenched into fists.

"Very well, then." Aldric concluded coldly, the steely look in his darkened blue eyes making her shiver.

Islinda’s breath caught at his ominous words and she knew he was about to make a move against her. She braced herself for the attack, expecting him to knock her unconscious as he had done to Aurelia. It would make it easier for him to move her. However, instead of a physical blow, Aldric’s shadows suddenly wrapped around her wrist, binding her hands.

"Shit!" Islinda cursed as she was pulled towards the castle. No, no, no. Not now. Not like this. He was manhandling her like some child and this was a mere tantrum. How could she express to this dumb prince that she was dead serious on leaving him?

"Aldric!" Islinda shouted his name at the top of her lungs. "Release me immediately!"

But Aldric stood idly by, not even sparing a glance over his shoulder as she was dragged past him by his shadowy apparition.

Islinda gritted her teeth and fought against the restraints, exerting all her strength. This turned into a tug of war, with Islinda suffering the most pain as her wrist bore the brunt of the struggle.

Aldric sensed her resistance and turned, warning her, "Just because I won’t harm you doesn’t mean I won’t take measures to discipline you."

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