Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 622

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Chapter 622: Power Over Her

"Do I have to spoon-feed you just to keep you from dying, for Fae’s sake!" Aldric screamed at her face, leaving Islinda utterly dumbfounded.

For a moment, Islinda blinked at Aldric in astonishment, her mind trying to grasp the fact that she was the one being yelled at. Questions swirled in her mind. Why was he yelling at her when she had done nothing wrong? She hadn’t intended to choke on her food, especially considering it was Elena’s doing, not hers.

Unaware of Islinda’s rising rage, Aldric continued his tirade. "I leave you for barely one day, and this is the news I receive. Can’t you..." He struggled for the right word before finally spitting out, "stop being weak for once! I can’t protect you all the time. The least you can do is try not to choke to death on the simplest thing like food! You are not a child!" He said in an outburst, his chest heaving from the exertion.

Aldric must have dropped everything and rushed to see her, judging by the way he stormed in like a dark tempest.

Now, the two of them stood locked in a tense stare, Islinda’s face frozen with an inexplicable expression.

Aldric reached out, gripping her shoulder and shaking her frantically. "Say something, Islinda," he implored.

He needed reassurance. A word from her to confirm that she was okay, even though she appeared physically unharmed. But he knew there could be other emotional and psychological wounds lurking beneath the surface, and Islinda was good at concealing her true feelings from him.

When they interrupted his meeting with the high Faeries he was instilling fear into, Aldric could sense their eyes lingering on his stricken expression. Knowing the manipulative and cunning nature of the Fae, he realized they must have deduced that Islinda held some sort of value to him. If any of those high Fae harbored ill intentions towards him, Islinda would undoubtedly be the target.

So, he had to school his expression and walk the rest of the way with a swagger, despite his overwhelming desire to ensure his mate was safe. Having a human mate felt like a punishment the gods had decided to inflict upon him, Aldric was certain of it.

"You think I’m weak?" Islinda’s voice cut through the air like a frigid breeze, sending a shiver down Aldric’s spine.

When she received no immediate response, Islinda’s voice trembled with hurt as she rephrased, "You think of me as a child?"

Aldric swallowed hard, a pang of regret washing over him. Had he really said that? His temper had flared, and now he could see the depth of the wound his words had inflicted upon her. The hurt in her eyes was a sight he hadn’t anticipated, and now he wished he could take back those words.

He attempted to do damage control, his voice softening as he said, "You know that’s not what I meant."

Aldric recognized the danger in escalating the argument. Islinda was clearly angry and poised for confrontation, and engaging in further debate would only add fuel to the fire coursing through her veins. It would be foolish to provoke her further at this moment. freёwebnovel.com