Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 520

Chapter 520: Someone He Did Not Recognize

"Islinda!" Prince Valerie’s voice pierced through the nightmare, desperate and urgent as he shook her shoulders in an attempt to rouse her from the depths of her torment. But instead of breaking free from the nightmare’s grip, Islinda’s anguish-filled screams only intensified, echoing off the walls of the chamber.

The sheer intensity of her cries sent chills down Valerie’s spine, and if someone were within hearing distance, they would mistake him was murdering her or something. It was obvious Islinda was trapped within the depths of her own terror, and Valerie’s heart was heavy with concern for the woman he cared for deeply.

"Islinda!" Valerie’s voice rang out with increasing desperation, his calls for her becoming more urgent with each passing moment. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to comprehend the extent of Islinda’s suffering. In all their time together, he had never known her to experience such a terrible nightmare.

Questions swirled in his thoughts like a turbulent storm. What had happened to her? What could have caused such a drastic change in her demeanor? Could it be possible that Aldric, that bastard, had somehow inflicted this torment upon her?

Valerie was quick to conclude that Aldric was responsible for her suffering. It had to be Aldric. Only his twisted brother could wield such power to inflict torment even in one’s sleep. What in the Fae had Aldric done to turn Islinda this way?

Valerie’s desperation mounted as he attempted once more to rouse Islinda from her nightmarish slumber. With a sense of urgency, he called out her name, his voice tinged with desperation and shook her with greater force than before.

As Islinda thrashed about in her turmoil, Valerie moved to restrain her, intent on preventing her from inadvertently harming herself in her distressed state. However, in the chaos of the moment, he failed to anticipate her sudden movement.

With a swift motion, her hand lashed out, catching him off guard as her nails raked across his face, leaving deep gouges in their wake. A sharp pang of pain shot through Valerie as blood welled up from the scratches, staining his skin crimson.

The sight of blood staining the pristine bedspread sent a shiver down Valerie’s spine, his senses heightened by the sharp sting of the scratch on his face. In that moment, a surge of frustration and helplessness washed over him, fueled by the intensity of Islinda’s nightmarish ordeal.

Unable to bear witness to her suffering any longer, Valerie’s resolve hardened, his emotions reaching a breaking point. With a swift and decisive motion, he delivered a sharp strike across Islinda’s face, snapping her out of the nightmarish trance that had ensnared her.

The impact of his blow jolted Islinda back to consciousness, her eyes widening in shock as she registered the sudden change in her surroundings. As the remnants of her nightmare faded into the recesses of her mind, she found herself staring into Valerie’s golden eyes, her heart pounding with a mixture of confusion and relief.

For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by Islinda’s ragged Islinda. Valerie’s heart clenched with a pang of guilt at his actions, but he knew that drastic measures were sometimes necessary to break through the grip of such intense torment.

As Islinda blinked up dazedly at him, the summer prince didn’t know what to say except to offer her a comforting embrace, relieved to have finally brought her back from the brink of her harrowing nightmare.

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