Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 903

Chapter 903: Arrival Of The Monster King

"Go! Go! Go!" Aldric urged, his voice rising above the clamor of battle. His eyes darted to Ava, whose arms were trembling as she strained to keep the portal open. Her strength was fading, her face pale, and Aldric knew it was only a matter of time before she collapsed.

The fae citizens, battered and bleeding, hurried toward the barely stable portal. It was risky considering what happened to the other Fae when it went down, but they would rather die than fall prey to the monsters.

Aldric’s heart pounded in sync with the desperate rush. He would be most glad if the citizens were on the safer side of the portal and away from the heat of the battle that kept getting chaotic with each second.

If anyone had told Aldric he’d come to care so deeply for the fae citizens, he would have scoffed. But seeing them now, so vulnerable and broken, stirred something protective in him. Though the citizens of Astaria had never truly appreciated him, they were still his people, and he would not let anyone bring them to ruin. If anyone was going to bully the citizens of Astaria, it would be him alone. Not some Tamry scums.

Determined to protect the remaining fae, some soldiers abandoned their positions, leaving their battle-weary partners to cover the fight, doubling the strain on them all.

It was in the middle of the turmoil that someone barreled into Aldric’s side, nearly toppling him. With a low growl, he turned, ready to snap, "Watch where you’re going—"

But his words died as he felt something slip into his hand. Glancing down, he saw a crumpled note, and when he looked up, the messenger was gone, vanished back into the maelstrom of battle.

With quick reflexes, Aldric surrounded himself with a shield of dark energy, deflecting stray strikes as he unrolled the note. Scanning the message, his face darkened:

"Palace in chaos. Usurper on the throne. Oberon’s missing in action. An enemy’s enemy is a friend."

By the time Aldric finished reading through the last line, he knew instinctively who had sent the message. It seems now he had more solid reasons to visit the palace.

Since the time they separated, Aldric had not gotten any information from Issac. Aldric did not want to think the worst, but it was not secret that Issac worked for him and if Valerie had done anything to him, he’d raise hell on him.

Cautiously, Aldric scanned his surroundings, ensuring no one had seen him with the note. Soldiers and fae were too busy in the thick of battle, oblivious to the message’s perilous contents. Satisfied, he called upon his shadows, which subtly

shredded the note into nothingness, scattering its pieces like wisps of smoke.

By the time Aldric lowered his barrier, the last of the fae citizens had already passed through to safety. Ava collapsed to the ground, her strength entirely spent from holding the portal.

A soldier, a spring fae, from the look of him, immediately rushed over, healing magic spilling from his hands as he worked on Ava’s wounds.

Normally, such a scene wouldn’t have caught Aldric’s attention, but he recognized the soldier as the same one who had fiercely defended Ava when Aldric had commanded her to raise the barrier despite her injury.

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