Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 738

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Chapter 738: Islinda Was Back?

Aldric’s hand shot out instinctively, grabbing Azula and yanking her towards him. In a single swift motion, he spun her beneath him, his body pinning hers to the bed. Azula’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching as she found herself trapped under his intense gaze.

Hovering over her, Aldric’s eyes were dark with fury, his chest heaving as he struggled to rein in his anger. His proximity and the forceful grip he had on her wrists communicated a clear message: he was on the brink of losing control. How dare she invade his space, using Islinda’s body no less, as if she owned it!

Azula, however, was not reacting the way Aldric anticipated. Rather than fear or defiance, her expression softened, her eyes taking on a dreamy, infatuated glint. The closeness, the dominance he exuded—it all seemed to fascinate her. Her lips curved into a smile that was unsettlingly genuine.

"What are you staring at?" Aldric demanded, his voice a harsh whisper, confusion creeping into his anger.

Azula’s smile grew wider, almost coy. "You," she said softly, her voice tinged with a peculiar kind of admiration. Without warning, she spread her legs wider, pulling Aldric further into the cradle of her hips, nearly wrapping her legs around him.

Aldric’s eyes widened in shock. The sudden shift in control left him momentarily off balance, and before he could react, Azula had flipped their positions. Now she straddled him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands on his chest. The possessive way she clung to him was both intimate and unsettling.

"What the— Get off me," Aldric growled, his hands moving to push her away.

Azula only tightened her grip, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of defiance and amusement. "Why should I?" she murmured, her voice a teasing whisper. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I want to find a body to sleep with, yet you wouldn’t let me. So I will make do with what I have, thankfully ...." Her heated gaze ran over his body in an appreciative move, "It’s not so bad."

Aldric growled at her, strangely pissed by her comment even though he knew it was a dig at his ego. He knew that he was capable of and the daring females in his bed always left satisfied. Not to mention, she had not complained hours ago when he ....

What in the Fae was he thinking?! Aldrc chided himself. He shouldn’t be thinking this way. Hence when Azula adjusted herself, trying to find a more comfortable position on his body,

Aldric tensed.

His muscles were taut, every instinct screaming at him to throw her off, yet the demon’s strength and the strange allure she wielded kept him momentarily paralyzed. Her proximity, the softness of her body against his, stirred something in him that he struggled to suppress.

Fuck this. He can’t give the demon a chance.

"Get. Off." Aldric voice was a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes narrowing as he tried to regain control.

"I’m not going anywhere," she said, her words sounded muffled with her face buried in his chest.

As if Azula hadn’t already crossed enough boundaries, she leaned in further, her nose brushing the crook of Aldric’s neck. She inhaled deeply, her breath warm against his skin. "I don’t know if I’ve told you," she murmured sleepily, "but your scent is driving me crazy. It’s like a drug I suddenly can’t get enough of."

Aldric stiffened. Her words, murmured so close to his skin, made his pulse quicken. He swallowed hard, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through him, melting away the anger that had gripped him moments before. His mind raced, conflicted between the undeniable attraction and the dangerous implications of her words.

Then it hit him.

Islinda had oftentimes said the same thing about his scent, that it was heavenly. Now, hearing those words from Azula, his mind raced with several possibilities.

Could some part of Islinda still linger, hidden beneath Azula’s demonic façade? Could it be the mate bond had extended to Azula with her soul being bound to Islinda?

Fuck!

The idea was absurd, yet it planted a seed of doubt in Aldric’s mind, one that he couldn’t easily dismiss.

No, it couldn’t be.

It had never been heard in history. However, a dark Fae having a mate had not been heard either — or perhaps it had been hidden or purposely omitted.

Azula’s breath was warm against his neck, and he could feel her relaxed weight pressing into him. His rage evaporated as he looked at Azula with new uncertainty.

The possibility, however small, that a fragment of Islinda might be influencing Azula’s behavior was enough to make him hesitate. The idea of driving her off now felt strangely wrong, as if he might lose a vital clue about Islinda’s fate.