Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 788

Chapter 788: Aldric Was Losing

The alarm blared across the arena once more, a deafening signal that sent a thrill of anticipation through the crowd. Islinda didn’t need anyone to tell her what it meant. The match was starting. Her heart pounded in her chest, her breath quickening as Aldric and Valerie both let out a cry and charged at each other.

It was a sight to behold, the two princes—one wreathed in fire and the other in cold—racing toward each other with deadly intent. Just when it seemed like they would collide, Aldric twisted his body with agile precision, avoiding the crash. Both came to a sudden halt, standing back-to-back, their chests heaving. Despite the short sprint, everyone in the arena knew the raw power packed into that confrontation.

The crowd sat on the edge of their seats, waiting. Valerie’s brow furrowed as he noticed a sharp pain. His hand reached instinctively to his side, and when he pulled it back, it was covered in blood. That bastard! Aldric had managed to draw first blood.

The instant the audience saw it, chaos erupted. The Winter Court went wild, their cheers reverberating through the stands. The Fae thrived on violence and power, and Aldric had delivered both. The taste of blood, the promise of death—it was intoxicating.

But Aldric hadn’t escaped unscathed either. His own hand moved to his cheek, coming away bloodied. Valerie had cut him as well. Aldric’s nostrils flared in irritation. "Not the face," he thought bitterly. That bastard.

The sight of their own blood seemed to remind both princes that this was not merely a spectacle; one of them would die today. And both were determined it would not be them.

Islinda’s heart caught in her throat as Aldric and Valerie charged at each other again, weapons clashing violently. Sparks flew as steel met steel, the clash ringing out across the arena.

Valerie, threw Aldric off balance, taking the opportunity to stab him. But Aldric, ever the master of control, dodged the strike, lifting his spear to retaliate. Valerie deflected it with a quick motion of his sword, the two princes locked in a deadly dance.

Around them, the crowd was roaring in excitement, voices rising and falling with the action. The audience had divided into two factions—those who supported Aldric and those who stood behind Valerie.

One would assume that as the crown prince of Astaria, Valerie would have the overwhelming support of the Fae. But to everyone’s surprise, many of the nobles and commoners alike had placed their bets on Aldric. His reputation as the dark Fae prince was formidable, and they were convinced that he would emerge victorious. Hence more money for them. The stakes were high, and the gambling was intense.

It was clear from the beginning that Aldric and Valerie were evenly matched - or so they assume. Valerie fought with a fiery intensity, his desire to end Aldric evident in every strike.

Aldric, on the other hand, was on the defensive, his movements calculated and deliberate. But Valerie was relentless, pushing Aldric to his limits. The crowd gasped as Valerie launched a firestorm, the flames engulfing Aldric and sending him crashing to the ground.

"Boo!" Aldric’s supporters jeered in disappointment, while the Summer Court Fae erupted in celebration. It was clear that Aldric was not living up to the expectations many had for him.

Islinda’s heart clenched painfully in her chest as she watched Valerie straddle Aldric, raining down blow after blow. Aldric’s face was bloodied, and it seemed like he was done for.

"Come on, Aldric... do something," Islinda whispered, her hands gripping the edge of her seat. This wasn’t the Aldric she knew. He wasn’t one to be beaten down so easily.

She did not even notice Andre watching her intently, all of her attention on Aldric and the fight.

Just as Valerie raised his spear for what looked like a killing blow, Aldric shifted. With a swift motion, he kneed Valerie square in the crotch, and the prince let out a pained moan.

The crowd groaned in sympathy. That must have hurt. Hopefully, their prince would be able to father children after this.

Valerie stumbled back, clutching himself in pain, and Aldric seized the opportunity. With one powerful punch, he sent Valerie flying several meters, crashing onto the ground.

Aldric’s supporters roared in approval as he jumped back to his feet. Their prince was not done yet.

Valerie, seething with rage, sneered at Aldric as he staggered to his feet. Blood dripped from his lip, but his fury was palpable.

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