Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 517

Chapter 517: The Night Court Lord’s Name

Note : The Chapters are a bit dark and gloomy.

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The Night Court lord stood before the weakened Succubus, Azula, his presence exuding an air of authority mingled with a sinister aura.

"Why would you need to subject yourself to this..." The Night Court lord pondered for a moment, searching for the appropriate term, "disgrace? When you could have the entire world at your feet. All you have to do is give me your word, and we’ll mate. No, you don’t even have to stick around and watch our sons grow into the formidable force they will be. You can return to your realm, and I’ll take care of them all. Trust me, they wouldn’t bother you because they wouldn’t miss you at all." His lips curled into an evil smile as he spoke, the malevolence in his gaze unmistakable.

In the tense atmosphere of the prison cell, the realization hung heavy in the air: just as the Fae were bound by their promises, so too were demons held to their words. The Night Court lord, cunning and calculating, understood this fundamental truth all too well. He was not foolish enough to release Azula without a binding agreement, fully aware of the danger she posed should she be set free.

Azula burst into a mocking laughter which pissed the Night Court lord whose features contorted into a frown but he was quick to mask his emotions, his face remaining composed and betraying none of the trepidation that lurked beneath the surface.

The Night Court lord’s patience wore thin, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

"What is funny about my offer?" he asked, his tone laced with a simmering anger that threatened to boil over at any moment. The light cast harsh shadows across his face, accentuating the lines of frustration etched into his features.

Azula, unmoved by his display of irritation, met his gaze with a cool defiance, her lips curling into a sardonic smirk. "You," She blatantly answered, her tone dripping with disdain. "I might be a demon with no compassion, but you thinking I would leave my precious progeny to serve as your slaves is beyond hilarious."

Her words carried a blunt defiance, challenging the Night Court lord’s authority with unyielding resolve. The dim light accentuated the intensity of her glare. Despite her weakened state, there was a palpable sense of power emanating from Azula, a reminder of her formidable nature even in captivity

The Night Court lord’s expression hardened at her words. The air crackled with tension as the standoff between the two unfolded, each refusing to back down in the face of the other’s resolve.

A tick appeared in the Night Court lord’s jaw, a subtle yet telling sign of his mounting frustration. With a steely resolve, he straightened up, his expression hardening into a mask of determination. His voice, gravelly with restrained anger, cut through the tense air of the prison cell.

"Is that a no?" he asked, the words laden with an undercurrent of challenge. Despite the cool defiance in Azula’s demeanor, the Night Court lord’s demand hung in the air, a final opportunity for her to reconsider her defiance and submit to his will.

In response to the Night Court lord’s question, Azula’s lips curled up into a sardonic smirk, a glint of defiance gleaming in her eyes.

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