Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 710

Chapter 710: Rest My Love

"My lord, perhaps if you give me a bit of space so I can work...." The healer’s voice trembled as he spoke, but his words faltered into silence under Aldric’s intense glare. The turbulent blue eyes staring at him seemed to reflect his impending death.

"Or maybe not," the healer swallowed nervously and continued his assessment of the human on the bed, his healing powers flowing over her.

Aldric watched Islinda’s chest rise and fall, feeling a bit of relief in his heart. His Islinda would be fine. She was not dead. The healer would take care of her, or else he would join her soon after.

Everything was his fault. If only he hadn’t lowered his defenses, then Elena—or should he say, Lola, that witch—wouldn’t have gained the upper hand over him. He had been overconfident in his abilities and had fallen so low.

A mixture of rage and disgust filled Aldric as he recalled the many times the witch had commanded him as if he were her puppet. How dare she treat him that way? He was Aldric, the most feared villain prince in the kingdom of Astaria! Yet some unknown witch used him like a toy!

The rage was so potent that his dark powers leaked from his body, causing the healer to notice. The healer, thinking that Aldric was displeased with how he was treating Islinda, increased the healing power he used on her, nearly draining himself in the process.

Aldric barely contained his rage, knowing he couldn’t unleash it in front of Islinda. But the memories kept tormenting him. He recalled the way he had maltreated Islinda. To think he had even tried to kill her made him want to hide his face from her forever. That should be penance enough for what he had done to her.

But then, he was a selfish Fae. He was sorry for hurting her and would spend the rest of his days making it up to her. But even if Islinda demanded he let her go, he unfortunately couldn’t do that. Islinda was his mate. She was his. No one else’s. He would never let her out of his sight. Not before. Not now. And not ever.

Aldric’s gaze softened as he looked at Islinda once more, lying so vulnerably on the bed. He would protect her, cherish her, and ensure no harm ever came to her again. If ever by chance he becomes a threat to her again, he would rather take his own life. Aldric was determined to take care of his mate, Islinda.

Hence when the healer was done and Islinda was still not done, the relief he felt moments ago vanished and he panicked at once.

"Why is she not waking up?" He demanded, his face raging with emotions.

"I have no idea, my lord, I have tried all I could but—" The healer’s words were cut off abruptly as Aldric slammed him against the wall, lifting him effortlessly with one hand. The healer’s legs dangled above the ground, his breath coming in terrified gasps.

"Y-your h-highness..." the healer stammered, shivering with fear. The prince’s eyes were so dark now that his irises and pupils had merged into an abyssal black, and his aura reeked of bloodlust.

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