Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 849

Chapter 849: See For Himself

Islinda’s scream echoed through the room as she saw Aldric crumple to the ground under the relentless assault of Queen Maeve’s flames. The scene before her was a waking nightmare as Aldric, was being burned alive, his agonized howls filling the air while Maeve cackled like a madwoman.

There was nothing but twisted satisfaction etched into Maeve’s face as she intensified the attack, the flames growing hotter and more vicious with every second.

"You should have never been born!" Maeve shrieked, her voice deranged, the fire burning hotter with her rage. "You’re mad because I was responsible for the attack on your mother, well guess what? I don’t care! I should have made sure you died along with that fool Nova! Perhaps then, Valerie and I could have had the life we deserved without you and your mother’s meddling!"

A maddening glint flickered in her eyes, her words steeped in venom, and for a moment, it was clear that all her years of cold calculation had given way to raw, unbridled hatred.

For a moment, Islinda stood frozen, her mind reeling. She had come here to stop Aldric, to keep him from doing something he would regret. But watching him suffer, hearing Maeve’s deranged words, something snapped inside her.

The shadows around her surged forward, responding to her fury before she even realized she had called them. She hurled her magic toward Maeve, the force of it ripping through the air like a thunderclap. Maeve’s eyes widened in shock, but she didn’t have time to react before the shadows struck her, knocking her backward. The flames died instantly, and Aldric collapsed to the ground, smoke rising from his body.

The moment the attack ceased, Islinda rushed to Aldric’s side, her hands trembling as she helped him to his feet. His clothes were scorched, hanging in tattered shreds from his body, and his skin was raw, blistered from the searing heat. But even now, as she touched him, she could see the telltale signs of his Fae healing, his wounds slowly beginning to close.

"Are you okay?" Islinda asked, her voice thick with concern.

While this was happening, Asher who had been dodging the attack took the opportunity to escape before he became a casualty in this chaos. He came here to tell Aldric the truth, which he had done. He was not returning to that cold room again. He would rather die.

Aldric grunted, his jaw clenched in pain. "I told you not to come here," he groaned, forcing himself upright, though his body trembled from the strain.

"I can’t leave you alone, you idiot," Islinda replied sharply, though her voice softened as she added, "And you can’t kill her, Aldric. If you do, it will ruin everything. There are bigger things at play."

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