Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 908

Chapter 908: Justice For Aldric

Valerie’s voice echoed above the chaos he’d started, his tone sharp with desperation. "Where is he?!" he demanded, his eyes wild and bloodshot, clearly losing his grip on reality.

The pressure of everything he’d been dealing with, compounded by this unexpected attack, was driving him to the edge of sanity.

"Aldric, you bastard! Come out this instant and stop hiding like a coward!" Valerie screamed, his self-control shattered, and his anger blazing.

"Valerie!" Queen Maeve marched over to her son, her lips pressed into a tight line, displeasure evident. The entire room turned to watch as she approached.

When she reached Valerie, she grabbed his arm with a firm grip, her voice a snarl. "Stop this madness this instant! What do you think you’re doing? You’ve crossed the line, son!"

But Valerie was beyond reason. He was a ball of anxiety and fury, and he pulled away from her. "Don’t touch me!" He snapped.

In his frantic attempt to free himself from her grasp, Valerie’s claws accidentally slashed across his mother’s face. The moment it happened, a suffocating silence fell over the chamber.

Everyone in the room froze, staring in shock. Valerie stared at his trembling hands, his face going pale as the reality of what he’d done settled in. Hurting others with his authority was one thing, but his mother? In front of all these witnesses? He had gone too far.

Queen Maeve, like Valerie, was frozen in shock. Slowly, robotically, she reached up to her cheek, her fingers brushing against the three claw marks. The wounds healed instantly, but the blood left behind was undeniable evidence of what had just occurred.

No one moved. Even the soldiers and knights had stopped their search, all eyes locked on Queen Maeve, waiting to see how she would respond.

To everyone’s astonishment, Queen Maeve threw her head back and began to laugh. Her cackling echoed through the chamber, bordering on the edge of madness. Everyone, including Valerie, watched in bewilderment. Had the Fae queen finally lost her mind?

When she finally stopped laughing, Queen Maeve wiped a tear from the corner of her eye with a single finger. Her voice was dripping with mockery as she spoke, "Really, Valerie? You would turn on your own mother now?"

A deep frown formed on Valerie’s face, his instincts prickling with unease. It was something about the way the Summer Queen said it, something that rubbed him the wrong way. His mother was a complex woman, but she had never looked at him with such smug disdain. Something was very wrong.

Suddenly, before everyone’s eyes, Queen Maeve’s features began to distort grotesquely. The Faeries around her gasped, stepping back in horror, fearful that whatever was happening might be contagious.

But the transformation continued. Queen Maeve’s skin melted away, revealing none other than an unharmed, smug dark Fae prince beneath.

"Miss me that much, brother? Here I am," Aldric smirked.

Valerie was stunned, unable to move or utter a word. Aldric had obviously used dark magic, something Valerie hadn’t anticipated. Before he could recover, the chamber doors burst open, and the real Queen Maeve stumbled in, her appearance disheveled.

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