Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 853

Chapter 853: On Her Own

Back in Queen Maeve’s chambers, the atmosphere was heavy with tension. King Oberon turned to leave, but Maeve, still kneeling on the ground, grabbed his hand. Her voice was desperate, uncaring that the king’s guards and the other princes stood nearby.

"You have to help me, Oberon. You’re the only one I have left," she pleaded.

For a moment, it seemed as though a flicker of pity flashed in Oberon’s eyes. But then his gaze fell on Ramirez’s body—charred and burnt from the earlier fight between Aldric and Maeve. Despite the chaos and lingering smoke, Oberon’s sensitive nose caught the unmistakable scent of Maeve and Ramirez intertwined.

"So, you lose him, and suddenly I’m the only one left for you?" Oberon sneered. "What was I all those years you were with him?"

The blood drained from Maeve’s face, and she realized she was truly doomed.

"You knew?" Maeve’s voice sharpened, the realization dawning on her.

He didn’t need to say more. His eyes flicked toward Prince Andre, who still remained frozen in place, clearly shaken by the revelations so far. Queen Maeve could almost laugh at the absurdity of it all. Of course, Oberon had known. He had eyes and ears everywhere, and Andre, eager to please his father, must have exposed her secret to him.

Maeve’s laugh was bitter, hollow. She felt exposed, not just in her shame, but in her helplessness. "Of course, you knew," she said with a sigh, her voice cracking. "You turned the other way this entire time."

She was right. Oberon had known about her infidelity, just as he had known about Queen Nirvana’s. His indifference hadn’t been because of ignorance. It had been a choice, an act of passive neglect.

He couldn’t remember the last time he graced any of their beds.

If there was anyone he requested her company, it would be Victoria and he could count the handful of times he was in her bed. Victoria was different from the others. He could call her a friend sometimes. She was understanding and he knew she could never manipulate him with that. Nor did she push him nor cross the line like Maeve or Nirvana.

Since Nova’s death, Oberon had withdrawn from them all. His grief had consumed him, so much so that he had abandoned his duties as their husband. In truth, he felt as if he were betraying Nova’s memory every time he touched another female. As if moving on meant losing her all over again.

In one word, he had been punishing them by not providing their needs. And they, in turn, had found others. Oberon had chosen to ignore it, as long as it didn’t lead to children or threats to his throne. Not that it was easy for Fae females to get pregnant else their kind would have grown massively and populated their realm like the humans.

Faeries, unlike humans, didn’t lose their desire with age, and it was not unusual for them to seek companionship elsewhere. He let them have their secret lovers as long as it didn’t disrupt the fragile balance of the court.

But now, Maeve had gone too far. Her affair was not supposed to come to light. But it already did.

"Did you really think I didn’t know?" Oberon asked, his voice cold. "I’m not a fool. Deep down, I think you suspected I knew. That’s why you flaunted them. You wanted to provoke me, to see how far you could go. Well, congratulations. Now the entire palace knows I have a cheating queen. That’s on you, not me. I hope you’re prepared for the aftermath."

"Oberon, please..." Maeve’s voice broke as she grabbed his legs, clinging to him desperately. "You have to save me. Just this once. Please."

Oberon closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were steely and unforgiving. His decision was made.

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