Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Who Is Delusional

Islinda entered, slamming the heavy doors shut behind her, the resounding echo reverberating through the hall. Aldric obviously had been here all this while as he was seated on his throne of ice and staring at her with an expressionless face.

Islinda ignored him for the moment. Not content with just closing the doors, she spotted a massive plank nearby and seized it with urgency. With a determined strength, she wedged the plank securely against the doors, effectively barricading them shut and preventing anyone from entering.

Once the plank settled into place with a satisfying thud, Islinda took a step back, her chest heaving with exertion. She had only bought herself a little more time knowing that flimsy plank wouldn’t stop the Fae guards from coming in. She only hoped the time was enough for her to figure out why Aldric was being a dickhead.

Drawing a deep breath, Islinda braced herself for the inevitable encounter. She then turned and began to walk towards Aldric, her steely gaze never leaving him. A lot of thoughts ran through Islinda’s mind as she closed the distance between them. This was not like Aldric to behave like this. Even if he was mad at her, he wouldn’t make it so difficult for her to see him. Was this one of his twisted games? Was he playing a rough hard to get game or has he tired of her and was finally dumping her?

Islinda maintained unwavering eye contact with Aldric as she approached, noting with a mixture of frustration and admiration that he didn’t flinch or shy away from her gaze. She had always appreciated Aldric’s steadfast demeanor, but in moments like this, it grated on her nerves.

Just as Islinda was about to reach the dais where Aldric sat, he issued a commanding order. "Don’t come any closer!"

Islinda halted immediately, her brows furrowing in confusion. What was he playing at? The Aldric she knew would never bar her from approaching him; he welcomed her presence, even going so far as to seat her on his throne. Was this a result of his anger over her recent actions, or was there something more at play?

But then, when had she ever listened to him?

With determination fueling her steps, Islinda defied Aldric’s command and took another stride forward. To her surprise, she caught a flash of panic in Aldric’s eyes, and he boomed, "I SAID STOP RIGHT THERE!"

Islinda winced, not from the intensity of his command, but from the invasive power that washed over her. She cried out as white-hot, searing pain sliced through her mind, overwhelmed by the sensation of Aldric resuming control. It had been a while since he violated her mind like this, and unlike previous occasions, this intrusion came without warning.

"What do you think you’re doing!" Islinda cried out, clutching her temple in agony. It felt as though someone were stabbing through her mind with a heated knife, leaving her paralyzed by the excruciating sensation.

Perhaps it was the mixture of emotions in Islinda’s eyes, but Aldric felt a stab of guilt, prompting him to lessen the intensity of his attack.

As the assault on her mind eased, Islinda took a moment to catch her breath, but her expression hardened into a death glare directed at Aldric. He was behaving like a jerk, no, he was pure evil. Even if he didn’t want her around, she didn’t deserve to be treated this way. She swore she would never forgive him for this maltreatment.

"Don’t. Just. Come. Near. Me," Aldric warned, his defenses high. Though outwardly he appeared unaffected, impeccably seated on his throne, inwardly he was in turmoil, torn by raging emotions.

"Why?" Islinda sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Because you wouldn’t be able to control yourself around me?"

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