Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 626

Chapter 626: Caught In The Web

Aldric’s presence commanded attention from all corners of the hall. As was common with nearly everyone in attendance, his own attire left little to the imagination, with only pants adorning his lower half, revealing a flat, impressively toned stomach adorned with glowing, runic tattoos that pulsed with power. His chest was bare displaying the tightly coiled muscles beneath his skin that made Islinda nearly drool at the sight.

Aldric’s long midnight blue hair cascaded down his back in loose waves, some strands braided, adding to his allure and giving him an air of wild sensuality. His coat, though partially covering his warrior body, hinted at the tantalizing sight hidden beneath, teasing the Faeries with glimpses of his muscular physique. Aldric was dressed ostentatiously like a rebel king reveling in the pleasures of the night.

Islinda couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy as she observed the way everyone’s attention gravitated towards Aldric. She understood the allure of his mercilessly beautiful face all too well, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear. Aldric remained seated upon his lavish table, emanating an aura of cold detachment as he surveyed the room with the authority befitting a prince overseeing his subjects.

Despite her initial assumptions, Islinda realized she might not have given Aldric enough credit. Contrary to her expectations, he didn’t appear to be reveling in the kind of indulgence she had imagined. She had expected him to be surrounded by two or three beauties, catering to his every whim like the king he was. Instead, as she observed him from afar, Aldric appeared rather... bored

Weird.

Wasn’t tonight supposed to be a time for him to let loose and enjoy himself? Yet, here he was, holding back. Could it be that he knew she was here and was deliberately keeping up appearances? No, that didn’t seem likely.

Perhaps, Islinda thought, Aldric was trustworthy after all, and she shouldn’t have come here to test his loyalty. Her thoughts were interrupted abruptly when a Fae female suddenly rose and flung herself onto Aldric’s lap.

What in the fucking Fae?!

Islinda was taken aback by the unexpected scene unfolding before her.

"My Lady–!"

Islinda’s senses snapped back to reality as Ginger’s urgent voice cut through her fury. She realized with a start that she had nearly broken formation in the dance, consumed by a white-hot rage she hadn’t known she possessed.

Her clenched fists trembled with the desire to storm over, grab the audacious Fae by the hair, and forcefully remove her from Aldric’s lap. How dare she? How dare anyone touch what belonged to her? The rage burned fiercely within Islinda, threatening to consume her entirely.

However, it seemed the night was determined to push Islinda’s boundaries to the limit. When she glanced in Aldric’s direction again, her anger intensified as she witnessed not just one, but about four females surrounding him, their suggestive touches and caresses fueling her fury.

"Don’t!" Ailee intervened, blocking Islinda’s path and urging her to maintain focus on the dance amidst the chaos.

"But he’s —" Islinda attempted to explain, her voice fraught with frustration as she struggled to articulate the turmoil brewing inside her.

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