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Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 814

Chapter 814: She’s A Dark Fae

Pain.

That was the only thing Islinda knew at that moment. It scorched through her veins, her world narrowed only to the sharp, burning sensation of Aldric’s bite. Whatever venom Aldric let into her system, it was burning her from the inside out.

However, Aldric being the bastard he was didn’t stop there. He pulled back and Islinda was able to breathe a little, not that it made any difference, the pain was still there. However, that relief didn’t last long because Aldric bit into another spot on her neck and Islinda thought she was going to die.

Like a fucking animal, Aldric tore through her neck. Another searing pain passed through that region, but unlike the first time, it didn’t hurt as much. However, that was when everything changed. Islinda’s shout of pain turned into a moan as

she felt a rush of heat rush to her core.

She held onto Aldric tight, her nails digging into his flesh, her face flushed as a pleasure so intense rippled right through her and Islinda orgasmed on the spot without Aldric touching her.

But that was not all. Islinda felt it now. Such a connection so raw and overwhelming, that it bind her to Aldric in a way that transcended mere words. It was as if she had been bound to him by an invisible thread that tightened with each passing second.

The crowd’s uproar faded into the background as Islinda’s senses heightened. She could feel the rapid beat of Aldric’s heart, the warmth of his breath against her skin, the electric charge of his power coursing through her veins. And then, just as suddenly as it began, Aldric withdrew, his fangs retracting as he released her.

Islinda staggered back, her hand flying to the bite marks on her neck. It throbbed with pain and pleasure so intense she wanted Aldric to devour her right then and there at the spot. It was only by sheer grace she hadn’t pulled him close and slammed her lips against his. She wanted to touch him. To feel him. To breathe him. He was all that mattered now. Nothing else. Her mate. Aldric.

She looked up at Aldric, her vision swimming, but there was no denying the truth now. A bond had formed between them, real, tangible and it just changed eveything.

The crowd had been stunned into silence from the scene and when Islinda turned to them, she wished the ground could open up and swallow her. There was a reason mates marked each other in private, it was considered sacred and intimate. Everyone at this place probably knew she orgasmed moments ago from just Aldric sinking his teeth into her. Yes, somebody kill her now.

A collective gasp suddenly swept through the crowd. Islinda’s eyes widened, her heart hammering in her chest. The murmurs and shocked exclamations around her grew louder, but it wasn’t until she looked down at her own hands that she realized what was going on.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered under her breath, swallowing hard.

There they were, the intricate markings that had once defined her as a dark Fae, snaking up her arms and probably her face. Aldric’s bite must have short-circuited, or rather overwhelmed, the glamour the witch Lilith had cast on her.

The glamour had hidden these markings for so long that Islinda had almost forgotten what they looked like. But now, every single person in the clearing could see her for what she truly was.

"She’s a dark Fae!" someone shouted from the back, breaking through the shock and confusion that had gripped the crowd.

King Oberon and Queen Victoria exchanged a glance, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something close to horror etched on their faces.

Beside them, Prince Valerie staggered back, his face pale. "No," He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "That is impossible."

His mind spun, searching for an explanation. Islinda couldn’t be a Dark Fae. She was his lovely Islinda, the woman he had admired, the one he had planned to make his bride. This had to be some kind of cruel magic, a twisted trick of Aldric’s to tarnish her.

Meanwhile, Andre, who had been slowly regaining his senses, pushed himself to his feet with a groan, clutching his head. The charm Azula had used on him had lost its potency the moment Aldric marked Islinda.

As his head cleared, he blinked and murmured, "Islinda?" But as memories of what he had done flooded back, the blood drained from his face, replaced by a look of horror and regret.

Before any more questions or accusations could be thrown, a voice cut through the murmurs.

"Seize her!" one of the faeries in the crowd shouted.

A new wave of panic rippled through the guests as the soldiers, trained to neutralize dark Faeries on sight, rushed forward to put Islinda down without waiting for the king’s order.

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