Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 595

Chapter 595: Choose Your Poison

For the second time, Islinda found herself at a loss for words. She looked fiercely at the Fae, sputtering over her words. "Y—yo—you don’t understand! There’s this.... He has this feud with his brother. He’s probably doing this out of spite!"

"Interesting," the Fae said, stroking her chin. "You were together with his brother?"

"It’s her fiancé," Islinda gestured to Elena not far away, then added immediately, "Not that he was at the time."

For once, it was satisfying to see the Fae gobsmacked and not the other way around.

"Now that is a hot mess considering she’s now going after your fiancé," the Fae said.

"It is," Islinda concurred until she realized what the Fae just said. She protested, "No, he’s not my...." She sighed, realizing the Fae was still toying with her.

"Cut it out," she told her, "You can now see reasons why I can’t trust his kindness."

"Indeed. I’m trying to understand why anyone would care out of spite." ƒгeewebnovёl_com

"What?"

The Fae looked at her with eyes full of centuries of experience, then her gaze to the coat around her. "Do you even know what creature the pelt of this coat is made from?"

Islinda shook her head. She had no idea.

"It is the Frostfang Lupusaris, a species of what your kind call wolves. They are extremely aggressive, and there are enough records of Fae meeting their demise trying to hunt it down. Thanks to that, its pelt is extremely expensive, and only a limited number of high Fae can boast of possessing it. It’s seen as an honor to even own one because its pelt shields against the harshest of winter. And yet, he simply gave it to you without telling you its worth? As if it’s nothing compared to your overall well-being."

Islinda’s heart began to beat fast. What was the Fae trying to say? That Aldric truly liked her and this was not his twisted game or something?

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