Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650: The Forgotten Demon

"Why the long face?" Azula’s chuckle dripped with sardonic amusement. "Isn’t that what you are? A dog? An obedient animal that follows his master and eagerly awaits the scraps from his table." Her laughter grew louder, fueled by her bitterness.

The dark Fae’s expression twisted with rage, his fury boiling over as he stormed towards Azula, closing the distance between them in swift strides. With a swift motion, he decked her hard across the face, the impact echoing through the prison cell.

Azula tasted blood in her mouth instantly, but it only fueled her defiance as she lifted her gaze to the dark Fae. With a maniacal cackle, she threw her head back, her frail frame shaking with the intensity of her laughter, as if on the brink of madness. When the laughter finally subsided, Azula turned to the dark Fae, her eyes alight with a wild gleam.

In an unexpected move, Azula spat on his face, a twisted grin spreading across her features. As if she found the sight of her own blood on his face utterly amusing, another bout of laughter erupted from her lips, echoing through the tense atmosphere like a discordant melody.

The dark Fae froze in disbelief, his expression contorted with shock at Azula’s audacity to spit in his face.

With a sharp intake of breath, he wiped away the offending saliva, only to find his hand smeared with Azula’s blood.

Islinda couldn’t recall ever witnessing such unbridled rage on a dark Fae’s countenance, and an instinctual sense of impending danger permeated the air. Unconsciously, she took a step back, a feeling of foreboding settling over her.

What in the world had Azula been thinking? Now she has made the dark Fae mad and Islinda knows how volatile a furious dark Fae can be.

An angry snarl emanated from the dark Fae’s throat as he swiftly seized Azula by the chin, his grip firm with the intent to inflict pain. Twisted satisfaction danced across the Fae’s features as he squeezed Azula’s face, his fingers digging into her flesh. Islinda couldn’t help but admire Azula’s remarkable resilience in the face of such torment.

As Azula failed to elicit the desired response, the dark Fae’s fingers digging into her skin elongated into claws, drawing blood and causing tears to well in her eyes.

"Yes, that’s it," he sneered, reveling in her anguish. "You should be begging me, not acting out like the little bitch you are." With a cruel laugh, he released her, only to deliver a vicious strike across her face, sending her head whipping to the side from the impact.

Islinda felt a surge of pain and anger course through her, but she was powerless to intervene as she watched the brutality unfold before her helpless gaze.

Benjamin’s psychopathic second in command was obviously not done with Azula. He tugged her upward when she sagged against the chain, fisting his hand in her hair till her scalp prickled with the pain and had her staring straight into his eyes.

He said to her, "I told Benjamin to hand you over to me, that I could break you and give him the heir he wanted. But of course, the bastard couldn’t stand the thought of me fathering the weapons he would use to conquer the Fae realm. He wanted the glory to himself. What a selfish bastard he is. " He cursed and chuckled to himself at the same time.

With a calculated move, he loosened his grip on Azula’s hair just enough to lull her into a false sense of security. "Fine, I’ll tell you anyway," he said with a devilish smirk. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

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