Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 876

Chapter 876: Goodluck Kiss

Returning back to the arena didn’t sit right with Islinda. Although Aldric had won the previous death duel, watching him being beaten by Valerie was not the best feeling.

Unfortunately, she was about to relieve the horrible feeling again.

Islinda didn’t take her seat in the arena immediately, she followed Aldric into the back room and into his dressing room. This was the spot where Aldric would stay until he was summoned into the arena.

The dressing room was modest yet functional, designed with the bare essentials. The walls were a dull gray stone, cold to the touch, and unadorned except for a few hooks holding armor and weapons.

A large, weathered wooden bench sat in the center of the room, scattered with armor pieces, bandages, and a flask of water. In the corner, a metal rack held Aldric’s weapon, his infamous double-edged paragon spear, its sharp edges gleaming menacingly under the light.

A small washbasin in the corner held clear water, its surface rippling with the subtle drafts that swept through the space. Above it, a cracked mirror hung crookedly on the wall, reflecting Aldric’s stern face as he prepared for battle. The room smelled faintly of sweat and leather, the scent of other fighters who had passed through before. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

There was an oppressive stillness here, compared to the chaos waiting beyond the doors. Everything reminded her this match was real and her heart tightened painfully.

Aldric broke the silence. "Are you sure you want to stay here?" His voice was soft but laced with concern, his eyes watching her as she took in the bleak surroundings.

"Why?" Islinda quipped, turning to him with a teasing smile. "Do you have another woman you plan to sneak in while I’m away?"

Aldric smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. "That sounds tempting. However, I have a mate who has a demon living inside her. I fear what would become of my fate if she catches me cheating."

The joke about Azula, the demon that shared her body, shouldn’t have been funny, but Islinda burst into laughter nonetheless. The absurdity of the situation, the gallows humor, lightened the mood momentarily.

"You’re right," she chuckled, wiping her eyes. "Cheat on me, and you’ll find out the rage of a pregnant mate and a vengeful Azula."

Aldric grinned at her before suddenly grabbing her by the waist. Without warning, he twirled her around in the air. Islinda squealed, her laughter turning into a mock demand as she flailed. "Put me down, you brute!"

Eventually, he set her back on her feet, and she collapsed into his arms, still laughing, burying her face against his chest. She punched his arm lightly and shook her head. "You are an asshole, you know that?" she said, breathless but smiling.

Aldric looked down at her with soft, adoring eyes. "I’m your asshole," he replied, his voice full of affection. "And I would never wish for any other woman than you."

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