Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 511

Chapter 511: Islinda Would Love Him Again

As Valerie stood before Islinda’s cell, his focus solely on the woman confined within, a shadow fell over him. Sensing a presence behind him, he turned, his gaze locking onto the figure of a Fae officer standing just a few paces away. The officer’s expression morphed from curiosity to suspicion as he observed Valerie’s proximity to the cell.

"You! What are you doing, standing right there?" the officer demanded, his tone edged with authority.

Valerie’s jaw clenched, a flicker of irritation dancing in his eyes at the interruption. But as he met the officer’s gaze, something shifted. Perhaps it was the lethal intensity burning in Valerie’s eyes, or perhaps it was the dawning recognition of his royal lineage that caused the officer to falter, a gasp escaping his lips.

"Your Highness!" The officer gasped, bowing his head and drawing the attention of his acquaintances who were yet to understand what was happening although there was suspicion in their eyes.

At that moment, the air crackled with tension as Valerie squared his shoulders, his voice low and commanding as he issued his demand.

"Release her," he ordered, his words ringing with unwavering determination.

"What?"

The officer hesitated, caught off guard by the prince’s unexpected presence and the authority with which he spoke. Yet, beneath Valerie’s steely gaze, there was no room for negotiation. Without hesitation, the officer motioned to his comrades who now understood what was going on with Derek working his influence in the background. The crown prince of Astaria was here.

As the Fae officer unlocked the cell door with practiced efficiency, his movements swift and precise, a sense of urgency hung in the air. Islinda lay unconscious on the floor of the cell, her form limp and vulnerable, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths. Instinctively, the officer moved forward, intent on carrying Islinda out of her confinement and into safety.

But before he could take another step, Valerie’s hand shot out, halting the officer in his tracks. A flash of steel entered the prince’s eyes as he surveyed the scene before him, his jaw clenched with determination. He couldn’t bear the thought of those Fae officers laying their hands on Islinda, their touch tainted with the very oppression she had fought against.

"No," Valerie’s voice was firm, cutting through the chaos of the station with unwavering authority. "I’ll take care of her."

The officer hesitated, taken aback by the prince’s sudden assertion of control. With a reluctant nod, the officer stepped back, allowing Valerie to approach Islinda’s prone form.

Gently, Valerie knelt beside Islinda, his movements careful and deliberate as he cradled her unconscious body in his arms. Though she was but a fragile weight against him, Valerie felt a surge of protectiveness swell within him, a fierce determination to shield her from harm at any cost.

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