Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 881

Chapter 881: Surrender

Islinda thought she could bear it, but she couldn’t. Watching Aldric struggle in the arena, her heart felt like it was being squeezed in a vice. The battle had barely begun, yet Aldric was already at a disadvantage, and Valerie’s power seemed to grow stronger with every passing second.

"He’s not going to make it!" she cried out, furiously wiping at the tears gathering in her eyes. "He promised me... but he’s not going to make it."

Issac, standing beside her, said nothing. He simply gathered her into his arms, holding her tight. Unlike Islinda, Issac believed in Aldric. He trusted that the dark Fae prince would pull through. After all, this was Aldric they were talking about here. He had faced impossible odds before.

"Come on, come on, Aldric. Tell me you have a plan..." Issac muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on Aldric, who was already rising to his feet.

Aldric spat blood from his mouth, fury darkening his expression. He had underestimated Valerie, and the fool thought he had him beat. But Aldric would prove otherwise. He wasn’t weak. No, he was far from it.

Valerie, still soaking in the crowd’s cheers, turned toward Aldric with a crooked smile, certain of his victory. But Aldric’s blood was boiling, and the anger coursing through him pushed him to act. Without warning, Aldric charged at Valerie, his movements fueled by rage. Valerie rushed toward him, flames crackling around his fists.

Just as they were about to clash again, Aldric made his move. He froze the ground beneath Valerie’s feet, trapping his opponent mid-step and preventing him from casting his flames. Valerie’s smirk faltered, his hand frozen before he could summon his fire. Aldric didn’t hesitate; he glided across the frozen ground, closing the distance between them with ease.

Aldric’s fist connected with Valerie’s face, each punch filled with personal vengeance. This was for touching his mate, for kissing Islinda. The blows were brutal, rapid, and precise.

Valerie barely had time to react as Aldric unleashed his fury. The final punch was an uppercut so powerful it lifted Valerie off his feet, blood spraying from his lips as he crashed to the ground with a heavy thud, groaning in pain.

The arena erupted, but this time it was the Winter Faeries who cheered. Their prince had struck back. The Summer Fae’s faces twisted with shock and disbelief, their earlier confidence shattered.

Islinda exhaled sharply, her chest loosening just a little. Relief washed over her, though she knew the battle was far from over. Still, this was something. Aldric wasn’t defeated yet, and his display of strength gave her a glimmer of hope.

Maybe, just maybe, Aldric could win this after all.

When Valerie stood up, his face was a mask of rage, his chest heaving with labored breaths. He spat out blood, the metallic taste fueling his fury. His fists clenched, knuckles turning white.

Playtime was over. This was it—the moment he’d been waiting for. It was time to get rid of Aldric, once and for all. He couldn’t waste this opportunity, not when victory was within his grasp.

They moved with such speed and fury that it was almost impossible to tell who was gaining the upper hand. Blood spattered across the arena, and both princes bore the marks of a vicious battle. But as the moments dragged on, it became painfully clear that Valerie was winning. The both of them had injuries all over their body, but Aldric seemed to have it worse and that affected his performance. freewebnøvel_com

See? I told you. You will be mine. He leaned close to Aldric, his voice dripping with malice. "See how your mate weeps for you?" he taunted. "But don’t worry, Aldric. I’ll take good care of her."

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