Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 647

Chapter 647: Ready For The Princess

Fools. Prince Wayne mused as he watched his unfortunate company eat without a care. His princess had been taken away by that damned dark gar prince and they were all comfortable with it.

Wayne could have easily left to go search for Islinda alone, but he had no choice but to keep up with his identity as a cat and waited till they carried him to his princess. The Fae realm was no place for a demon prince like him, and he had learned his lesson the hard way by being stuck in this form for years.

A Wrry cat traveling to the Winter court all alone made for an easy target. Moreover, it would take him a lot of time compared to when he was carried around on horse form. Hence, as annoying as it was, he had to endure the stupid Faeries putting their hands on him and treating him like an animal.

But that wouldn’t be for long. He could feel it. The bond called to him. The young princess no longer slumbered and when she finally rose, together, they would bring this realm down to the ashes. They had been separated for so long and the Fae realm would suffer for what had been done to her. To him. To them. The Faeries would suffer for their crimes.

So Prince Wayne bided his time. He eagerly anticipated being in the arms of his princess, and to ensure he was ready for that moment, he needed to prepare himself. That night, as everyone else retired to their beds, the Wrry cat remained wide awake, rising from his makeshift but posh bed.

He had a valid reason for sticking around the young psychic breed. Milo, despite his untrained abilities, grasped Wayne’s needs and made efforts to accommodate them. Wayne found it effortless to deceive Milo, unlike the astute Autumn prince. The only reason Wayne had shown any semblance of amiability towards Andre at the beginning was because he intended to return him to Islinda. He had to be good to his helper, right? Also, Islinda loved it when he was well-mannered.

But Islinda was absent, and the distance was starting to wear on Wayne. This led to his foul mood, which, in turn, caused him to direct his aggression towards Prince Andre.

Prince Wayne observed them and when it was obvious that Gabbi and Milo who shared a room together in the inn was deep asleep, he made his move. The coast was clear. Wayne effortlessly leaped up towards the open window and from there, crept out of the room and came out to the outside. The only upside of being a cat was having claws and the agility which he used to climb down the walls.

It was in the dead of the night when Wayne began his hunt for food. There was still rackets coming from the tavern as Fae’s drank, cheered and danced all night, which meant there were targets waiting around for him. Wayne smirked sinisterly, that is if a cat could grin at all.

Under the moonlit sky, Prince Wayne, in his sleek cat form, prowled stealthily through the shadows, the anticipation of the hunt electrifying his senses. It had been too long since he indulged in the hunt, and tonight, he was determined to break free from the confines of his restraint.

As he slinked through the darkness, Wayne’s keen feline instincts led him to his first target—a drunken Fae relieving himself in a secluded corner. The Fae’s startled yelp echoed in the night as Wayne emerged from the shadows, a few drops of urine spattering onto his body from the fright. The drunken Fae cursed and glared at the cat for the disturbance. Unfazed, Wayne stood his ground, watching and waiting patiently, his blue eyes gleaming with predatory focus. Not that the drunk Fae noticed.

When the Fae finished his business, he strode angrily towards the cat, intent on teaching him a lesson for his perceived intrusion. Oblivious to the ominous nature of a Wrry cat appearing out of nowhere in the dead of night, the intoxicated Fae approached Wayne with aggression, squatting down to confront him.

"What do you think you’re looking at, you perverse cat?!" The Fae said with drunken bravado, taunting the cat, accusing him of lewd intentions and as well, delivering mocking blows to his head.

It was strange. Whenever most animals were being mistreated, they whimpered in pain and ran for safety. But that didn’t seem to be the case here. The cat endured the assault with stoic resolve and that seemed to encourage the drunk Fae who was determined to see him run away, defeated. What kind of strange cat was this anyway?

Ignoring Wayne’s silent stare, the drunken Fae tightened his grip around the cat’s neck, continuing his drunken tirade. "You think you’re strong, right? Tell me then, did you like what you see, little pervert? I wonder who ownes you, they must be as perverted as you." He demanded answers to his nonsensical accusations.

He finally released the cat and prince wayne shook himself free, his fur bristling with indignation

Prince Wayne regarded the drunken Fae with disdain, his gaze piercing through the haze of alcohol-induced confusion. As the realization of the situation dawned upon him, the drunken Fae found himself at a loss for words, unsure how to respond to the ethereal being standing before him. freēwebnovel.com

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