Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Trouble Came Knocking

"Stop! Please, stop!" Islinda cried, her voice breaking.

Islinda swore she saw hell and came back. The pain was so intense that she felt Azula, the demon she kept buried deep within her mind, creeping in and compelling her to give in. But Islinda was determined and pushed her back. She could handle this. She would not give in. She would not let that demon take over again!

"That’s enough!" Aldric barked, unable to take in the sight of Islinda in pain anymore. It felt like his own heart was being torn to pieces, and it had taken him a lot of willpower so far to not rip Lilith apart for hurting his mate.

Before he could interfere, the pain ebbed away, leaving Islinda trembling and gasping for breath. She lay still, her body aching, her mind reeling from the ordeal.

Lilith stepped back, a satisfied smile on her face. "There, it’s done," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

Aldric rushed to Islinda’s side, his face pale with worry and his eyes filled with guilt and anger. He gently lifted her into a sitting position, his hands shaking as he wiped the sweat from her face.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice thick with concern.

Islinda nodded weakly, trying to catch her breath. "I’m... I’m fine," she managed to say, though her body still trembled from the residual pain.

"She ...she hurt me on purpose," Islinda whispered, her voice shaking

Even Azrael who had chosen not to interfere, his eyes blazed with cold yet controlled fury. "You went too far, witch."

Lilith shrugged. "Pain is often necessary for transformation, love. You’ll understand that in time."

Aldric’s anger bubbled to the surface, his protective instincts roaring to life. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Lilith, his hand wrapping around her neck. "If you ever put her in pain again, I’ll give you a misery you would never recover from!" he snarled, his voice shaking with barely contained rage.

Even with Aldric choking her, Lilith chuckled, a sinister smile playing on her lips. "Such fierce loyalty. When did you become such a pussy, Aldric? You were never this way with me."

"Perhaps I should simply send you to your ancestors and you can get the answers there," Aldric’s eyes flashed with menace, his grip tightening as he seemed on the verge of choking Lilith to death.

Azrael stepped in swiftly, placing a firm hand on Aldric’s shoulder. "Aldric, remember why we’re here. We still need the witch."

Aldric’s jaw clenched, but he reluctantly let her go. Lilith stumbled back, coughing and rubbing her neck. Her laughter was mirthless, her eyes darkening with anger as she straightened herself. "You bastard," she spat, her voice dripping with venom.

She turned on her heel, heading over to a corner of the room. "This is the last time I’ll be helping you," she called back, her tone cold and final. "You better find another witch willing to do your dirty work from now on."

Aldric watched Lilith go, his body still tense with barely suppressed fury. Lilith was lucky she was still useful to him; otherwise, she’d be dead by now. His mind was a storm of emotions, but he forced himself to focus. He needed to be there for Islinda. Turning to her, he gently helped her up to her feet, his touch entirely gentle, a stark contrast to his previous rage.

Azrael watched the scene, baffled. Though he and Aldric had not been close enough to know about his intimate moments with women, he had heard tales and knew Aldric’s personality. No woman could distract or take up his time like this, however, Islinda seemed to be doing just that and more. Azrael shook his head. What love did even to the hardest of males. This was a side of Aldric he had never get used to.

A few moments later, Lilith returned, carrying a small, ornate box. She opened it to reveal an array of jewelry, each piece glinting with an otherworldly sheen.

"Choose one," she said, her voice still carrying a hint of bitterness. "The item will be used to completely bind the magic. Changing her face alone, the magic is temporary and would expire with time, but when masked with an item, as long as she wore it, it would mask her identity."

Aldric approached the box, his eyes scanning the pieces carefully. He reached out and selected a delicate necklace with a pendant shaped like a crescent moon. The silver glowed faintly, imbued with enchantments.

"What do you think of this one?" He asked Islinda for her opinion.

Islinda took it from him and examined it, she nodded, her eyes shining with excitement. "I think it’s perfect."

"Good." Aldrc looked at her with adoration in his eyes only to turn to Lilith, his expression hardening. "This one."

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