Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 583

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Chapter 583: Strip Her Title As Fae Queen.

"So this has been your plan all along?" Queen Maeve questioned, her voice dripping with venom.

King Oberon regarded her with an incredulous look. "What are you implying?"

"I wouldn’t be surprised if you orchestrated this from the beginning," Maeve accused, her tone sharp with bitterness. "When Valerie was injured, you sent Aldric after him instead of your best soldiers. You must have taught Aldric how to taunt and goad my son until he got into this predicament." Her eyes bore into his, filled with accusation.

"You believe I orchestrated this? That I conspired with Aldric to harm Valerie?" King Oberon’s voice was laced with indignation. "How dare you? How dare you accuse me of such treachery? To suggest that I would jeopardize the lives of my own sons?!" His anger flared, his gaze hardening as he rebuked her accusation.

But even as tension crackled between them and the temperature plummeted, Maeve remained unyielding, her defiance unshaken. "Just confess the truth, Oberon," she challenged, her voice sharp. "Admit that you’ve always harbored a soft spot for the boy. You couldn’t bring yourself to kill him, despite the threat he posed to our realm. Why? Because he was Nova’s child. Your mate’s son whom you failed to protect—!"

Before Maeve could finish her accusation, King Oberon’s hand lashed out, striking her across the face with a resounding crack. But that was not the end of it. He seized her forcefully, his icy touch enveloping her, causing frost to spread rapidly over her form. This time, there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

"How dare you?!" Oberon hissed through clenched teeth as he continued to freeze her, his rage boiling over. Veins bulged on his face and neck, his eyes wide and dark with fury as he exacted his final punishment.

Blinded by the red haze of anger, Oberon’s vision narrowed to a pinpoint focus on Maeve. She had crossed a line, and all semblance of restraint vanished as he grappled with her audacity.

"How dare you bring up Nova’s name with those wretched lips of yours after what you’ve done?!" His voice thundered, reverberating off the icy walls of the room. "You took her from me, and yet you dare to accuse me of being partial in the way I treated my son? How dare you question my dedication and responsibility to my sons? Aldric has never received half the love I showered on Valerie! And yet you still blame him for the failings of your weak son, Valerie?! You expect me to kill what’s left of Nova after you tore her away from me?!"

His words echoed in the frozen chamber, the intensity of his fury shaking the very air around them.

Queen Maeve’s breath hitched as the coldness gripped her, stealing the air from her lungs. Frost crept up her body, reaching her neck, as she met Oberon’s furious gaze head-on. Despite the impending threat of death, Maeve found herself chuckling.

"Fine, kill me," she taunted, her voice tinged with defiance. "I’m sure the people of Astaria would be delighted to learn that their beloved queen met her end at the hands of her own husband, and that you’ve undone everything you’ve worked for over the years."

Her words hung heavy in the frigid air, a stark reminder of the consequences of Oberon’s actions. Yet that confidence in her tone taunted and pissed off Oberon, and he was determined to go through with his plan of murdering her.