Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 494

Chapter 494: Trapped

Islinda Grace Remington was deep asleep in an unfamiliar place. However, In the depths of her slumber, she found herself transported back to that haunting night, reliving the vivid memories as if they were unfolding before her once more. Hence while asleep, her expression looked troubled and in pain as she faced Aldric, the dark Fae prince. Again.

His voice echoed in her mind, pleading and desperate. "Please, don’t go. Don’t leave me here. Don’t leave me like the others..."

Islinda’s breath caught in her throat as she beheld the anguish etched upon Aldric’s face, the pain in his eyes piercing her soul. She could feel the weight of his words bearing down upon her, a silent plea for her to stay, to defy the yearnings for her own freedom.

"I’m sorry...." Her voice wavered but she remained strong, "But I have to find my way now. "Islinda told him the words she had been unable to tell him then.

"No, Islinda...."

The intensity of Aldric’s plea wrenched her heart but there was nothing she could do, her mind was made up.

Amid Aldric’s desperate plea, a sudden shift overtook him. His once pleading expression contorted into one of sinister determination, his features twisting into a grotesque mask of rage and desperation. His voice, once soft and pleading, became a cacophony of distorted echoes, reverberating through the air like a nightmare.

"Stay!" The word echoed around Islinda, each repetition more chilling than the last, filling her with a sense of dread that seemed to suffocate her.

With a sudden lunge, Aldric surged towards her, his movements swift and predatory. Islinda recoiled in horror, her heart pounding with fear as she realized the true depths of his desperation.

But just as Aldric’s outstretched hand threatened to grasp her, Islinda was wrenched from the nightmare with a jolt. With a sharp intake of breath, she bolted upright, her chest heaving with the remnants of her scream. Cold sweat coated her skin as she struggled to shake off the lingering tendrils of the dream, her heart still racing with the echoes of Aldric’s haunting plea.

In the process of trying to get her heart to calm down, that was when Islinda looked around and realized that her surroundings were unfamiliar. Thus, her plans of getting her heart to calm down were a huge failure as panic surged through her again. Where in the Fae was she?

Islinda winced, reaching out a hand to touch her throbbing headache. Sunlight filtered through the curtail and she knew it was a brand new day. So what happened last night?

If she could remember clearly, she had run out of the castle after Maxi had screamed that final warning. Islinda had run with her heart in her throat, knowing that Aldric would come after her and she wanted to create enough space between them.

No Fae came close to the dark Fae’s residence, hence the street was deserted and Islinda had never been so scared because it was late at night and not a soul in sight. In her haste to get away, she bumped into someone on the way and fell back on her bum with a scream from the force. She did see who she had run into because he was dressed in black clothes thoroughly as if to blend in with the night and his identity was hidden away in a mask.

As Islinda stepped into the dining room, her heart brimming with palpable joy, she called out, "Andre...." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

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