Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 913

Chapter 913: To Protect The Ones You Love

Just as Islinda was about to retch into the very cup she had drunk from, Zal’therak’s deep laughter filled the room.

He pointed at her, his eyes alight with mirth. "You should see your face!" he exclaimed, his voice ringing with genuine amusement. "You actually believed me!"

Islinda froze, her gagging interrupted by her disbelief. Slowly, she straightened, her face contorted with a mix of mortification and fury. "You’re joking?" she demanded, her voice rising.

Zal’therak wiped at his eyes, as if brushing away tears of laughter. "Of course I’m joking," he said, his smirk widening. "Did you really think I would serve my esteemed guest something so revolting? Truly, Islinda, I expected more from you."

For a moment, she could only stare at him, dumbfounded. But as her mind cleared and the reality of the situation sank in, her expression shifted from shock to irritation. She glared at him, her lips pressed into a thin line. "You’re an asshole," she muttered, tossing the cup away with more force than necessary.

Zal’therak leaned forward slightly, his amusement not dimming in the slightest. "Oh, come now. It was a harmless jest. You should be flattered, I only tease those I find interesting."

Islinda’s glare didn’t falter, but as she continued to watch him, something else struck her. In his laughter, in the way he delighted in tricking her, she saw a side of him she hadn’t expected. Beneath the imposing exterior of the Wraith King lay a mischievous, tricky side, a reminder of his Fae heritage. He may have been half Wraith, but his Fae blood clearly ran deep.

Crossing her arms, Islinda leaned back with a huff. "You’re half Fae, all right," she muttered, the corners of her lips twitching despite herself.

Zal’therak’s grin only widened. "And don’t you forget it."

Curious now, Islinda tilted her head. "How old are you?"

"Eighteen human years," he replied.

Her eyes lit up with intrigue. "You know about the human realm?"

"My mother lived there for a while," he answered, his voice softening slightly. "She told me many tales about it and even taught me the human tongue. Although I might have forgotten a few phrases since I haven’t practiced lately. And, well, my duties as king don’t leave much room for reminiscing with my mother."

Islinda studied him with surprise. Everything she had ever heard about wraiths painted them as emotionless creatures driven solely by destruction. Yet here he was, a half-wraith, speaking about his mother as if she were a treasure. It was jarring and yet oddly touching. ƒrēewebnovel.com

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