Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 628

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Chapter 628: For Your King

Islinda sputtered and coughed after they were done feeding her the wine, pushing away from the Faes who held her captive, glaring at them fiercely. How dare they treat her this way?

Although the wine didn’t taste so bad, they shouldn’t have forced it on her. Unfortunately, Islinda realized dreadfully, that she was the only human here, the only prey among predators. Yes, she brought it upon herself.

Glaring at Aldric, who looked at her strangely, she noticed a look of anticipation on his face, as if he was waiting for something to happen. At this point, she couldn’t tell if Aldric was friend or foe. If Islinda had known this gathering would be this creepy, she wouldn’t have... wait a minute.

It all happened so suddenly, but everything became clear to Islinda. The scenes around her seemed brighter, more focused, as if her vision had suddenly improved. A startled gasp escaped her lips, and she shook her head at the suddenness of it all. Perhaps it was just a trick of the eye. Yet, when she opened her eyes again, everything looked sharper, clearer. Islinda felt energized.

Was she drugged?

Yet her thoughts weren’t muddled. If anything, her purpose became clearer to her. Islinda now understood what they were waiting for, what he was waiting for. She began to walk towards him, slowly, with anticipation, even as the dancers resumed their mesmerizing spectacle.

Each of the dancers touched Islinda as she passed, urging her to go to him. There was an undeniable allure to the dance, a raw, primal energy that pulsed through the air. It was as if the dancers were tapping into something ancient and primal, drawing upon the very essence of desire itself.

Almost as if they were casting a spell with each twist and turn, drawing Islinda into a trance-like state until she was finally right in front of Aldric. An energy hummed between them, spiraling in the air around, pulling them closer together. Aldric and Islinda stood face to face, even though the dark Fae prince towered over her with his height and intimidating frame.

There was something undeniably alluring about the way Aldric watched her, as if he couldn’t wait to devour her, adding an undercurrent of danger to the whole encounter. It left Islinda feeling both exhilarated and unnerved at the same time.

"You are finally here," Aldric said, his voice resonating with a strange language that shockingly, Islinda understood.

"I am here," Islinda replied in the same language, as if she had been speaking it her whole life. The old Islinda would have questioned this strange phenomenon, yet she was held spellbound by the male before her.

"I have been waiting," Aldric said, his fingers reaching out and gripping the back of her neck. Islinda’s pulse raced, her skin prickling with delicious heat while her core ached with anticipation.