Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 855

Chapter 855: Sleeping Arrangement

Gabbi slipped in and out of consciousness throughout the night. Someone must have entered the room while she was drifting, for she felt a shift in the bed as the male who had been holding her was separated from her.

She let out a cry of protest, her body instinctively seeking the comforting heat he provided, but he stayed close, his skin brushing hers. He didn’t fully embrace her again but kept enough contact that she was aware of his presence. It was enough to settle the frantic energy that threatened to overwhelm her.

"She needs to drink this," another voice, one she didn’t recognize, spoke softly from somewhere in the room.

There was a murmur of agreement from the male beside her, and before Gabbi could resist, she felt a cup being pressed to her lips. Her dry throat convulsed, and she instinctively parted her lips.

The moment the liquid touched her tongue, though, her eyes shot open in horror. The bitter taste was unbearable, like swallowing pure poison. Tears stung her eyes as she fought the urge to gag.

What were they trying to do to her? Kill her?

She tried to push the cup away, but the male held her steady, coaxing her to drink.

"It’s for your own good," he said softly, his tone reassuring despite the awful taste of the concoction.

Gabbi coughed and sputtered, but the male was relentless, pressing the brew down her throat until she had no choice but to drink every last drop.

When it was finally over, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as though trying to soothe a child after a tantrum. The gesture was surprisingly effective. She melted into him, his presence comforting her in a way she didn’t want to admit.

You should stay close to her," the other voice—probably the healer—advised. "With the bond between you two, she’ll recover faster with your presence."

Gabbi, through the haze of fever and exhaustion, agreed with that wicked healer. Whatever they had forced her to drink might’ve been poison, but the male’s heat was all that mattered now.

The male slid back into bed beside her, and without hesitation, Gabbi wrapped herself around him, greedily pressing her body to his.

His heat seeped into her, easing the ache in her bones. In her delirium, she felt a strange possessiveness over him. He was hers. He belonged to her.

With that irrational thought firmly planted in her fever-addled mind, Gabbi drifted back to sleep, content and comforted by his presence.

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Gabbi woke sometime later, feeling too hot. She groaned, trying to shift her body, but something heavy was pinning her down. Her head throbbed, her body drenched in sweat. What is this?

Her eyes blinked open, and she found herself staring directly into the expanse of a firm, naked chest.

Creator of abs...?

She froze, her hand already halfway to the hard ridges of the man’s stomach before she yanked it back.

Abs. Firm, glorious abs. Her foggy brain marveled at the sight of it. Then her gaze traveled upward, taking in the sight of a broad torso, strong shoulders, and finally, a face.

Azreal.

What the hell?

Her senses returned with a jolt.

Her throat went dry, and heat shot through her, pooling low in her belly. Why did he have to look like that?

She imagined running her hands through his dark hair, feeling its softness, and then dragging her nails down his chest, maybe even— No. Stop it.

Gabbi’s face flushed with a mix of mortification and anger. Who says that out loud? Her body had betrayed her, and the knowledge that he was fully aware of it made her blood boil. She straightened her posture, her embarrassment quickly turning into indignation.

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