Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 567

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Chapter 567: Shame On Her

"Fuck," Islinda muttered under her breath, cursing her own forgetfulness. Aldric’s cunning and his ability to hold onto every advantage never ceased to amaze her.

Valerie’s sharp gaze bore into Islinda, disappointment evident in his eyes as he sought confirmation. "Is that true?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. She should have known better than to make a deal with him.

"It’s true," Islinda confirmed, her voice barely above a whisper, her head bowed in shame.

Aldric’s smirk widened, his satisfaction evident as he reveled in his victory. "See? I can’t lie," he boasted, his arrogance palpable.

Islinda’s heart sank as she realized the truth of Aldric’s intentions. Despite her hopes that he had changed, he remained the same manipulative and power-hungry Fae prince she had always known. He had used her to his advantage, drawing Valerie into a duel that he was sure to win. In that moment, Islinda understood that no matter how much affection Aldric claimed to have for her, his thirst for power would always come first. She would forever be relegated to second place in his heart.

"You shouldn’t have agreed to this fight either," Islinda admonished Valerie, her voice tinged with sorrow. "It was a trick. This was what he wanted all along, even without me being in the picture. A chance to draw you into a legal fight where he can tear you to pieces, and no one would stop him."

Valerie’s jaw clenched, his expression resolute as he met Islinda’s gaze. "You should have faith in me, Islinda. I wouldn’t be crown prince if I were so weak."

Islinda wanted to believe him, she truly did. But after witnessing Aldric’s sinister and ruthless nature, doubts gnawed at her. While Valerie had his flaws and moments of darkness, they paled in comparison to Aldric’s malevolence. The dark Fae prince was a monster, one who devoured without mercy.

"Fine," Islinda conceded. "I believe you." Although doubt still gnawed at her heart, she would be strong for the both of them.

As soon as Islinda spoke those words, she noticed Valerie’s expression brighten with relief, a sharp contrast to the anger that flared in Aldric’s eyes. His mate was smiling and offering support to another male, and it irked him to no end. If Aldric were a bull, he would have charged at Valerie with his horns aimed for his heart.

"Enough!" Aldric’s voice sliced through the moment, his grip on Islinda’s wrist tightening as he intervened. He shot a glare at his brother. "I’ll take it from here."

As Aldric attempted to move, Valerie blocked his path once more, prompting him to lift his head defiantly, his eyes ablaze with fury. The runes adorning his body shimmered dangerously, and Islinda’s heart raced with apprehension. She desperately hoped to avoid another confrontation.

"Move," Aldric commanded, his teeth bared in a display of aggression. "Your tricks have run their course, and you will not detain her any longer."

As the two princes faced off again, the tension in the air was palpable, crackling with the volatile energy of their combined presence. frёewebnoѵēl.com