Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 663

Chapter 663: There Is No "Us"

"What is the meaning of this, Lord Karle?" Elena questioned him sternly after the Fae pulled her into a secluded and darkened corner of the palace where no one could stumble upon them easily.

She glanced down at her arm still held in his grasp and lord Karle noticed his mistake and quickly let go. He cleared his throat, tucking his hand behind his back and said, "Sorry for that, I just wanted to talk to you alone, away from the peering eyes in the palace. I wanted to make sure no one followed you, after all, the walls have ears in Astaria."

Elena frowned, "And why would anyone follow me?"

Karle answered, "I heard rumors that my nephew Aldric has his own network of spies and it wouldn’t surprise me if he has one on you."

At once, Elena straightened up, her head lifted high as she said, "Well, thanks for your concern, but I can sure you that prince Aldric would not spy on me."

"And what makes you so confident that he wouldn’t spy on you?" Karle asked, his brows drawn together as he looked her straight in the eyes.

Elena sighed, beginning to find the conversation annoying. Karle was beginning to poke his nose into her affair and she did not like it one bit. The last thing she needed was a former high lord having it out for her and disrupting her plans.

"I have my own ways and I hold it that this is the end of this conversation." Elena told him firmly and turned to leave only for Karle to say after her,

"Does one of those ways involve holding him under a spell?" He smirked knowingly.

Elena froze on the spot with her back turned to him, the blood draining from her face. She could have heard wrong. No, she refused to believe it.

At once, Elena slowly turned around, meeting Karle’s gaze.

She rasped, "What?"

Karle’s grin widened, confident in his newfound knowledge and the satisfaction of having leverage over Elena.

Truth be told, Lord Karle liked Elena, not just because she was a strong female, but because she was from a political family and she could be of use to him in the long run. He was no longer interested in being the high lord, Aldric could have it. He wanted a position as one of king Oberon’s ministers and he knew that Elena could make that happen with the influence of her family.

So he had been making moves on her, and hinting at his interest in her, but none of it was reciprocated. It wasn’t until lately that it dawned on Karle that Elena was interested in prince Aldric and it pissed him off greatly. Elena was from a powerful family, which meant she could have a choice of any male she wanted and she did what? Wanted Aldric instead?

Perhaps, as much as this move was beneficial to Karle, he was also doing this out of spite because she rejected him. Elena was smart and he must benefit from whatever elaborate plan she must have made, whether he ended up with her or not.

"You have Aldric under your control, right?" He accused her.

"What nonsense are you blabbering right now?" Elena pretended not to know what he was talking about, her expression stoic and unyielding.

But inwardly, a wave of turmoil washed over Elena and she was panicking inside. How had Karle known of her plan?

Islinda.

Fury filled Elena and her hands balled into a fist. She really had to get rid of that human once and for once. Islinda was readily becoming like a parasite that was beginning to get on her nerves.

Elena has studied the former winter high lord and while the male supposedly behaved like a fool, the truth remained, he was smart, cunning and a good actor. To be honest, she still had no idea why Aldric was keeping him around because the Fae was like a ticking time bomb.

He must have heard Islinda accusing her of putting Aldric under a spell and put two and two together. Aldric’s behavior was not that different, except she stuck to his side all the time and only those close to the dark Fae prince would notice it was strange. People like Islinda. Andre. And Karle.

Yet even in the face of accusation, Elena boldly said to him. "You must be drunk right now, I suggest you go put your head down and rest. Perhaps after that, you will be able to think correctly."

"Is that so?" Karle smiled, although it didn’t touch his eyes. He noticed the subtle insult in Elena’s words and as the proud Fae he was, it pissed him off. Who does the bitch think she is?

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