Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 718

Chapter 718: Under Her Control

The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension as Aldric demanded, "Who the fuck are you?" His steely gaze bore into the woman chained before him, devoid of the warmth it once held for Islinda.

His mate looked at him as if he were speaking nonsense. "What are you talking about? Of course, I’m Islinda."

"Don’t—!" Aldric warned through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to throttle the truth out of her. He was on edge, feeling the unsettling disconnect between the woman’s appearance and her behavior.

"I don’t understand," She tried to move, but the chains held her back. Her face fell, lips trembling as she looked at him with pitiful eyes welling up with tears.

She cried out, "Why are you doing this to me, Aldric? Is this the effect of the witch’s magic? Haven’t I suffered enough? Have you forgotten what you did to me? You tried to kill me, yet I forgave you. And in the end, it’s still not enough for me. Who am I if not Islinda?"

She finished, expecting Aldric to be remorseful with guilt. To her surprise, his expression remained impassive. He lifted an unimpressed brow, "Are you done?"

Azula was flabbergasted. She had put her all into acting, yet it was still not enough to convince the dark Fae scum.

Aldric stepped closer until he was in her face, his voice low and dangerous. "Even Islinda knows not to manipulate me emotionally."

At once, her performance faltered, the tears drying up as quickly as they had come. Azula’s lips twisted into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with malevolent amusement.

"So that was what gave me away," she mused, her tone shifting from desperation to mockery.

Aldric was startled, clearly taken aback by Islinda’s behavior. Although he suspected something was up, confirming it was another thing entirely.

Her demeanor shifted entirely. Her expression hardened, her eyes filled with a cruel, mocking light. "Why do you look so scared, darling? Am I not what you were expecting?" Azula grinned fiendishly, clearly finding the expression on his face amusing.

The blood drained from Aldric’s face while his stomach churned. The woman before him was not his mate, not the Islinda he knew. The façade had shattered, revealing something far more sinister underneath. The dark Fae prince realized he had been deceived by a cunning impostor. Someone who had mastered the art of manipulation and deceit than him. Someone who found delight in his horror and confusion.

"Andre was wrong. Islinda did not come into her powers; you possessed her," Aldric muttered, still reeling from the shock of his recovery and stepping away from her as if she were poison.

"Oh, that’s where you’re wrong," Azula said, a smug grin spreading across her face. "I never possessed her. I’ve always been there. Speaking of which, you’ve witnessed glimpses of me..." She purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Or don’t you remember those good, good times we spent together, dark Fae scum?"

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