Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: Trouble Was Brewing

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, one moment Islinda was bidding Gabi goodbye and the next her money was missing. She had to applaud the thief though, he was swift and Islinda would not have noticed except she once lived in the slums and was used to these petty shenanigans, which was no wonder she quickly realized with a sinking feeling that her purse had been stolen. Damn it! She should have hidden that in her boobzies!

Without hesitation, Islinda acted on instinct, shoving Prince Wayne into Gabi’s surprised arms and darting after the fleeing thief. "Hey! Get back here!" Islinda yelled.

As the boy realized he had been caught, he quickened his space.

"Oh, damn you little thing!" Islinda cursed under her breath. Anger and adrenaline surged through her veins, propelling her forward with an unnatural speed that matched the boy’s own agility.

The boy was definitely a local with the way he weaved effortlessly through the crowded marketplace and his size made it easy for him to squeeze through limited space. However Islinda was nimble too and her determination meant that she was relentless. That was the only money she had on her and would not lose it!

So through winding alleys and hidden corners of the city, Islinda pursued the thief relentlessly, her determination unwavering despite the obstacles in her way. At one point seeing her relentless pursuit, the boy fearfully exclaimed, "Why wouldn’t you stop chasing me?"

"Give me back my purse and maybe I’ll stop!" She panted.

"No!" He retorted.

"Then I’ll hunt you down to the end of this realm, you pesky rodent!" Islinda was clearly annoyed.

Traders and onlookers scrambled out of their way, startled by the commotion Islinda’s pursuit caused. The young boy, seeing that Islinda was shockingly catching up to him, turned back and began to throw anything he could get his hands on at her while he ran.

Islinda pretty much dodged most of it knowing this was the futile efforts of a frightened prey, however, an apple caught her in the face and that pretty much aggravated Islinda. She saw red.

It wasn’t until she finally caught up to the thief in an open space, tackling him to the ground with a forceful thud, that Islinda realized the extent of her newfound speed.

"Let me go!" The thief struggled beneath her grasp, but Islinda held firm, her eyes blazing with fury as she reclaimed her stolen purse.

Breathless and triumphant, Islinda rose to her feet, her heart pounding with adrenaline as she checked her purse and ensured that its contents were intact. Despite the chaos and commotion of the chase, she felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that justice had been served, even if it came at the cost of a tiring pursuit through the streets of the Fae city.

With her belongings safely back in her possession, Islinda turned to confront the young thief, fully prepared to give him a piece of her mind for his reckless actions. However, as she opened her mouth to speak, her words caught in her throat when she noticed something unexpected – the slight pointedness of the boy’s ears, a telltale sign of his half-breed heritage.

Islinda’s shock was palpable as she stared at the boy, her mind racing with a flurry of conflicting emotions. She couldn’t quite explain her fascination with half-breeds, nor could she fully articulate the soft spot she held for them deep within her heart. It was as if some invisible force drew her to them, compelling her to empathize with their plight.

Perhaps it was the overwhelming sense of pity she felt for them, knowing that they lived in a constant state of limbo, neither fully Fae nor fully human. They were outsiders in both worlds, unable to find a sense of belonging no matter where they turned.

Or perhaps it was the realization that her own child, should she ever have one with a Fae, would share a similar fate. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, stirring a maternal instinct within her that she couldn’t ignore.

The young boy was propped up on his elbows and was looking at her with what looked like resentment in his eyes as if it was actually an offense for retrieving her property stolen by him. The brazzeness should piss her off, yet, Islinda couldn’t help but see a reflection of her own fears and uncertainties in his eyes. In that moment, she felt a surge of compassion wash over her, a desire to protect and nurture him as if he were her own.

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