Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 871

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Chapter 871: Trusting Aldric

Aldric did not return to his bed that night, meaning the first time they were supposed to sleep together as mates never happened. Just as he had commanded, her things were moved into his place. However, the new environment unsettled Islinda. Perhaps if he had been there, her sleep would have been better.

She tossed and turned all night until sleep finally claimed her in the early morning. It came as a huge surprise when she woke up and found someone’s arms wrapped around her. Her heart leapt with joy. She turned to ask Aldric why he’d had a sudden change of heart, but the joy quickly faded. It wasn’t Aldric.

"That’s quite disappointing. I thought you’d be more delighted to see me," Maxi said, stretching out, her dark hair spilling around the pillow like a waterfall.

Islinda blinked, momentarily mesmerized by the feline grace of Maxi’s movements. Maxi was beautiful, though plenty of women were. But there was something about her that could turn a straight person gay—even one with a mate. Islinda shuddered, looking away. What the hell was she thinking?

"When did you arrive?" Islinda asked, forcing a smile. She had missed her very crazy, attractive friend.

Maxi yawned and wrapped an arm around Islinda. "Quite early in the morning. I wanted to have a serious talk with your mate but found you instead. I needed sleep too, so here we are."

Islinda gave her a strange look. "You left your mate?"

"Nope. Issac dove straight into work as usual. If you thought he was rigid before, think of him now as an overprotective mate."

Islinda threw her hands up dramatically. "What’s with all these males thinking we’re helpless princesses who can’t protect themselves?"

Maxi shrugged. "Beats me."

She added, "Although Issac has a point. He said something about securing the castle in case of an attack. We still haven’t forgotten the Raysin family has it out for Aldric, and they might try to attack him—if only to give Valerie an advantage in the upcoming death duel, which brings me to the question..."

Maxi grew serious, locking eyes with Islinda. "What the hell was going through your damn mate’s head?! A death duel, seriously? Why mess up such a good opportunity Oberon handed him?"

The question brought back memories of her fight with Aldric—the parts that weren’t about sex—and it made Islinda’s anger flare again.

"Trust me," she spat, "I’ve been there. He’s not changing his mind."

"He can’t change his mind."

"What?"

"It’s a Fae thing. Once you issue a death duel, you see it through. Going back on your word would be so shameful you’d rather take your life than retract it. That’s why you think twice before issuing one."

A tick appeared in Islinda’s jaw. "Your race is fucked up."

Maxi scoffed. "You’re one of us now, remember?" She pointed at Islinda’s belly. "And your baby. The dark Fae prince having a pregnant mate is the latest news in Astaria. Congratulations."