Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 722

Chapter 722: Dish Out To Her

Their struggle carried them into the kitchen, a confined space that became a battleground. They crashed into walls, knocking over shelves and scattering utensils. Pots and pans clanged to the floor as Azula twisted and turned, trying to break free. Aldric’s hand, now bleeding from her scratches, tightened around her wrist.

He was not letting her go.

Azula’s eyes blazed with fury, why wouldn’t that idiot leave her alone. It was just a mere human, well, now a half-breed, but he was so much more, a dark Fae prince with massive power. With his influence and might she add, handsomeness, he could easily find another replacement for her. So why was he so hell bent on capturing her? Was this another repeat of her history like Benjamin’s? No, this was not happening. She wouldn’t be locked up again.

So Azula kicked out, sending a chair toppling. Aldric deflected the attack, blocking her strikes and countering with precise, controlled force. Each movement of theirs was destructive; counters slammed into walls, dishes shattered on the floor, and the kitchen quickly descended into chaos.

"Why won’t you let me go, you idiot!" She yelled at him in annoyance, throwing whatever she could get her hands on at him, while he deflected it.

Aldric would have admitted that Islinda was his mate at that point, however, he had a feeling Azula doesn’t do well with the idea of commitment and would bolt off the moment she heard it.

He growled instead, "Give back Islinda and then you go wherever you want to."

"How unfortunate," She sneered, "That’s not happening."

Azula rushed at him with a feral scream, twisting her body to slam Aldric against the counter. For a moment, she believed she had the upper hand, but Aldric’s patience had worn thin.

Aldric’s chest heaved with exertion, his eyes glowing with a deadly resolve. "Let’s end this," he hissed, his shadow power flaring, engulfing his form in a dark, menacing aura.

With a surge of his strength, he lifted Azula off her feet and slammed her onto the sleek, metallic countertop. The impact was brutal, knocking the wind out of her. Azula gasped, momentarily stunned, her eyes wide with shock as she saw the dent her body had created in the counter.

"You—!" Azula stammered, incredulous that he would harm her this way, especially considering this was Islinda’s body.

Aldric’s gaze was icy, unyielding. He leaned in close, his voice a dangerous whisper, "I told you, I’ll kill you."

Fear flickered across Azula’s features, quickly replaced by defiance. Aldric dragged her off the counter by her throat, turning her back to him and holding her against his body. His breath was hot against her ear as he growled, "Shift now, give Islinda to me."

"No," Azula spat, her voice defiant even as his grip tightened around her throat, cutting off her air.

"I won’t ask again," Aldric warned, his hand tightening ominously.

Azula laughed despite the pressure on her windpipe, "Do your worst."

And he did.

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