Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 912

Chapter 912: Kill The Wraith King

Islinda thought she had seen it all. First, there was Aldric, a light Fae child twisted into a dark Fae prince through a sinister ritual. Then there was Maxi, half-Fae and a horse shifter.

Her experiences had taught her not to judge, but sometimes she couldn’t help it. Who, in their right mind, would mate with such gruesome beings?

Did wraiths even possess the right anatomy to be compatible with Fae? Her imagination tried to bridge the gap, but her mind balked at the sheer absurdity of it.

She glanced at Zal’therak. In his current form, with his horns and sharp features, he looked almost human. She supposed that, aside from the horns, he could easily pass as one. Not entirely unattractive, even if his aura radiated danger.

He had a certain rugged charm that might appeal to someone. Islinda thought about the wild Faeries, the untamed ones who consorted with creatures as odd-looking as Zal’therak. Perhaps he could blend among them, as long as he didn’t shift into his terrifying wraith form.

Nonetheless, his skeletal, monstrous appearance had been burned into her memory even if he stood before her now, composed and regal, exuding power and authority. Strange enough, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of life he led, oscillating between those two extremes.

No, it was better off not delving into such questions. It was already uncomfortable enough being in his presence.

"You’re judging me," Zal’therak said, his tone casual and devoid of anger, as though he were merely stating a fact.

"Could you blame me?" Islinda replied with a raised brow. "For as long as I’ve been in the Fae world, wraiths have been branded as every Fae’s mortal enemy. And now you’re telling me that a Fae and a wraith—not just any wraith, but a *king* wraith—fell in love and produced an heir? That’s like the romance story of the century." Islinda laughed, the sheer absurdity of the situation amusing her. "So yes, don’t blame me for being a little judgy. I’ve seen what wraiths look like, and I can’t help but wonder how your parents even..." Islinda trailed off, realizing she was venturing into dangerous territory.

Zal’therak caught her drift immediately, and to her surprise, he laughed. "You’re curious about our anatomy?"

"I didn’t say that," Islinda lied, hastily averting her gaze to hide her reddening cheeks.

But Zal’therak wasn’t fooled. He chuckled, his deep voice reverberating through the chamber. "I’m afraid such knowledge might cost you. Unfortunately, you’re already mated, so I cannot take you for a queen. That means you’ll never find out. Even among my people, we respect the sanctity of the mate bond. My mother made certain of that."

"Thank the gods for that," Islinda muttered, recovering quickly. "Because let’s be clear, forget saving your people—my mate would burn this entire place to the ground, with all of you in it, if anything happened to me." Though Islinda delivered the statement as a jest, her tone carried an unmistakable warning.

Zal’therak, an experienced ruler, picked up on her subtle threat. He inclined his head respectfully. "You can rest assured, Islinda Grace Remington, that no harm will come to you during your stay here."

"Please, have a seat." Zal’therak gestured toward a seat crafted from hardened earth, made comfortable with a covering of dark cloth. He settled onto a similar mound across from her. frёewebnoѵēl.com

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