Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 883

Chapter 883: Monsters And Chaos

A thick crowd had gathered around the arena, the air filled with murmurs of uncertainty and anxiety. Everyone wanted to know the fate of the dark Fae prince, Aldric. The tension was palpable, but the guards kept the crowd at bay, allowing only members of the royal family near.

Prince Theodore knelt beside his brother, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to channel more healing magic. His hands glowed a brilliant green, but there was no change.

"He’s not responding!" Theodore’s voice wavered, a rare fear darkening his eyes. The burn wounds on Aldric’s body had healed, but the prince showed no signs of waking.

King Oberon stood nearby, his face pale with despair as realization dawned. His son, Aldric, wasn’t just unconscious—he was gone.

King Oberon swayed slightly, as if his legs were about to give out under the weight of the truth. His son, the warrior who had faced so many battles, had finally fallen. His grief was strong, and the crowd sensed it, their whispers growing louder, more uncertain.

"No!" A piercing scream broke through the unease. Islinda, who had been held back by the guards, yanked free from their grasp. Her feet barely touched the ground as she sprinted toward Aldric, desperation driving her every step.

She fell to her knees beside him, her hands shaking as she stared at his still face. Without warning, she punched him.

"Get up, you idiot!"

Her voice cracked as she hit him again, this time a slap that echoed across the silent arena.

Everyone watching the scene was dumbfounded. But in the next seconds, they began to pity her. She just lost her mate after all.

"You promised me you’re not going anywhere!" Tears streamed down her face, mixing with her fury.

She slapped him harder. "How dare you think you’ll get me pregnant and leave me to raise this child alone! Get the fuck up!"

Her hands trembled as she struck him again. Her voice grew hoarse, filled with both anguish and rage. "I told you I wouldn’t let you have peace if you left me behind."

Suddenly, something in Islinda snapped. The fury in her voice twisted into something darker. Her eyes turned pitch black, void of emotion, and her voice became an otherworldly command that chilled everyone present. "Get. Up!"

A pulse of dark energy surged from her hand as she slammed it down on Aldric’s chest. The air around them crackled with energy as the once-dull runes etched across Aldric’s body suddenly flared to life. They glowed with a dark, sinister light, responding to Islinda’s raw power.

A gasp echoed from Aldric’s lips as his chest rose sharply, his body jerking back to life as if dragged from the brink of death. The arena fell utterly silent, every eye fixed on the dark Fae prince.

Theodore stared, wide-eyed, as his brother, who moments ago had seemed lost, was now breathing again. Aldric’s eyes fluttered open, filled with confusion and shock.

Islinda didn’t hesitate. She threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a fierce hug, the darkness in her eyes fading as quickly as it had come.

Tears of relief poured from her as she whispered over and over, "Thank God you’re here. Thank God you’re here."

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