Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 843

Chapter 843: The Fae Who Escaped

Aldric’s eyes narrowed as he stared at the figure standing in their room, his features concealed beneath a hooded cloak. Islinda’s heart pounded against her ribcage as an icy chill ran through her veins, a cold sense of dread creeping up her spine. Who was this stranger? And what was he doing here?

"Who are you?" Aldric growled dangerously, his shadows already writhing around him, coiling like snakes ready to strike.

Islinda, however, had no patience for threats or words. The fight-or-flight instinct surged within her, and everything happened in a blur. Without even fully understanding what she was doing, she grabbed Aldric’s hand and instinctively drew on his power. Adrenaline surged through her, and

and with a burst of sheer willpower, she slammed a miasma of dark energy straight into the figure.

Aldric gasped, feeling the sudden drain on his magic as he watched, stunned, while Islinda unleashed his shadows, a move he never saw coming.

The force of the blast sent the intruder flying backward, crashing into the far wall with a sickening thud. He fell to the ground in a heap, his cloak crumpling around him.

For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sound of the intruder’s labored breathing. Aldric turned to Islinda, his eyes wide with shock.

"How did you do that?" he asked, his voice hushed with disbelief.

Islinda stared down at her trembling hands, equally stunned by what she had just done. "I... I don’t know," she whispered. "I just... felt this overwhelming need to protect you, and the next thing I knew, I was—" she gestured helplessly at the aftermath, "—doing that."

Aldric continued to gaze at her, his expression unreadable for a moment before a slow, wicked smile spread across his lips. Without warning, he pulled her into his arms, hugging her so tightly she could barely breathe.

"Aldric? What’s going on?" Islinda asked, her voice muffled against his chest, completely thrown off by the sudden change in his demeanor.

He pulled back just enough to smother her lips with a kiss, leaving her even more bewildered. When he finally spoke, there was a proud, almost triumphant tone in his voice.

"Being mates comes with its perks," Aldric explained, his voice filled with a dangerous kind of glee. "It’s different for everyone, but some mates can manifest, or in your case, borrow their partner’s abilities."

Islinda blinked at him. "Oh," was all she could manage to say. Her mind was still reeling from the whole revelation.

She looked down at her hands, flexing her fingers as if she could summon the magic again, but nothing happened. The shadows remained dormant.

"It sure isn’t permanent though," she muttered, frowning in frustration.

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