Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 777

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Chapter 777: Birdman

Gabbi’s eyes fluttered open, her vision still hazy as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She blinked a few times, the fog of sleep slowly lifting, and stretched her limbs with a loud yawn. It felt like she had been asleep for hours, and the bed beneath her was so incredibly soft that it could have lulled her back into slumber. But something was off. Where in the world was she?

Gabbi slipped off the bed, her bare feet sinking into the thick, plush carpet as she began to take in the room. The room around her was a stark contrast to the comfort of the bed. The walls were stone, cold, and unyielding, their rough texture at odds with the minimalistic yet luxurious decor. The room was sparsely furnished as if the owner had deliberately chosen to keep it that way, opting for an almost austere atmosphere. Gabbi couldn’t help but wonder if the lack of color was intentional, or if the owner simply didn’t care - or lacked money for paint.

Nonetheless, a faint sense of unease settled in her stomach.

she rubbed her head, trying to soothe the faint throbbing pain that had begun to pulse behind her eyes, fragments of memory started to surface. She winced, the ache intensifying as she tried to piece together how she had ended up here. The last thing she remembered was—oh no.

Suddenly, the blood drained from Gabbi’s face, her heart pounding in her chest as the memories came rushing back. She remembered returning to Astaria, delighted to be once more united with her human friend, islanda. After such a long journey, she had made it to the dark fae prince’s palace and intended to go show her respect to him only for some man—no, a madman— to come charging at her with wild eyes. The next thing she knew, her feet were off the ground, and she was soaring through the air, his powerful arms wrapped around her.

"Oh no," Gabbi whispered, her face paling further as the memories unraveled in her mind. She had screamed for help, her voice piercing the air, but the Dark Fae Prince had only watched them fly away.

He offered no assistance. He had let her be taken, let her be swept away by that monstrous being, as if she was nothing more than an afterthought.

Left to her own devices, Gabbi had screamed at the top of her lungs, struggling fiercely against her captor despite the dangerous height at which they were flying. She would rather fall to her death than be taken by this man—this beast—whatever he was. She bit down hard on the hand that held her, tasting blood as her teeth sank into his flesh. She had thought, for a brief, terrifying moment, that she would succeed in breaking free.