Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 833

Chapter 833: Talk To Azula

Islinda’s scream tore through the silence of the chamber, raw and guttural, as though it could pierce through the walls of reality itself. Her voice grew rough and strained as the nightmare unfolded in front of her disbelieving eyes. She looked down, horrified, as her swollen belly began to ripple violently. Panic seized her, and she tried to claw at the sheets, but the pain immobilized her.

Then it happened. A grotesque tearing sound filled the room, and Islinda watched in horror as her stomach burst open, the child forcing its way out. Her insides seemed to unravel, and the agony was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Blood and fluids poured out as the creature—a red, slippery thing—slipped from her torn body and fell to the side, emitting a shrill, ear-piercing cry. The baby’s skin glistened wetly, still tethered to Islinda by the umbilical cord.

Islinda’s screams echoed in the room, the walls amplifying her terror. Her wide eyes fixed on the open cavity of her belly, disbelief and pain etched across her face. The nightmare seemed unending, and her mind spiraled into a whirlwind of fear and agony.

The door burst open, and people rushed inside. She could barely recognize them through the haze of her terror, but she caught sight of Aldric’s face among them, followed closely by Ailee, Ginger, and several other unfamiliar figures who had undoubtedly been drawn by her screams.

The room fell deathly silent as the group took in the gruesome scene. Blood splattered everywhere, the baby lay squirming on the sheets, still connected to Islinda. The sight was shocking —a newborn that had clawed its way into the world through its mother’s body.

"What in the Fae..." Ailee gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at the horrifying scene.

But Aldric moved forward with a determined stride, his face unreadable but his actions decisive. He stepped up to the bed and picked up the crying infant. The room filled with shocked gasps as he lifted the child, revealing a small tail protruding from its back.

"Abomination!" a voice shouted from the back.

"This union is cursed!" another cried, and soon, the outcry spread through the room like wildfire.

"The wrath of the gods is upon us!"

"This child will bring doom! It must be destroyed!"

The shouts and accusations grew louder, blending into a cacophony of fear and hatred. Islinda trembled, her body going into shock. She felt her sanity slipping away as hysteria gripped her. The faces around her blurred, but Aldric’s remained clear as he turned to her, the strange child in his arms.

Her eyes met the baby’s, and a cold wave of dread swept over her. The infant’s eyes opened slowly, revealing slitted pupils like those of a reptile. The child stared directly at her, its lips curling into an unsettling smirk.

"Azula," Islinda whispered, her voice breaking. She knew, deep in her bones, what this child represented.

And then she screamed again, her voice shattering the air.

"Islinda! Islinda, wake up!"

A voice broke through the terror. Islinda jolted awake, her eyes snapping open to find Aldric leaning over her, his face etched with concern.

She was drenched in sweat, her heart racing like a drum in her chest. It took her a moment to process where she was. She looked down at her stomach, still flat and untouched. Relief washed over her, and she realized it had all been a nightmare.

"What’s going on?" Aldric asked, cupping her face gently in his hands. "Did you have a bad dream?"

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