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Their eyes locked, and in that moment, Aldric delved into the depths of the Fae's mind, seizing control effortlessly. With a subtle command, he directed the Fae to a secluded alleyway, where he swiftly dispatched him. Normally, Aldric would relish the opportunity to savor the kill, but he couldn't risk leaving Islinda unattended for too long. Thus, he neutralized the threat swiftly and returned to his covert surveillance of Islinda.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

It infuriated Aldric to see his damn brother gaining favor with Islinda while he lagged behind. At this rate, mate bond or not, Valerie might truly covet his mate. Well, Aldric vowed to step up his game once Islinda was back in his possession.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Aldric never wavered in his focus on Islinda, keenly aware of the company that flanked her on both sides. "Valerie never changes," Aldric sneered to himself, knowing his brother had successfully planted his spies at his mate's side. Once he had Islinda by his side, he would swiftly dispose of the others.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Aldric never wavered in his focus on Islinda, keenly aware of the company that flanked her on both sides. "Valerie never changes," Aldric sneered to himself, knowing his brother had successfully planted his spies at his mate's side. Once he had Islinda by his side, he would swiftly dispose of the others.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

They arrived at the marketplace, a strategic choice that worked in Aldric's favor. It provided him with the opportunity to seamlessly blend in with the bustling crowd of Fae going about their daily tasks. Aldric donned a hooded cloak to avoid drawing attention to himself and causing pandemonium. Amidst the sea of Fae with midnight blue hair and runes adorning their bodies, he stood out as the singular figure. Only him. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Following their ride at a safe distance, Aldric couldn't help but resent his brother Valerie. However, he acknowledged the wisdom in having his guard Derek follow them discreetly. In essence, Aldric was now stalking the stalker. Yet, he knew he would need to find a way to deal with the interfering Fae if he wanted Islinda back home with him. Nothing and no one would stand in the way of him claiming his mate today.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Perhaps he should consider relinquishing his castle for one of these "smaller" structures; perhaps then, she would love him, Aldric reasoned bitterly.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

His beloved mate, Islinda, finally emerged from the dingy abode where his brother Valerie had kept her hidden. Aldric couldn't help but scoff at Islinda's logic—she had escaped him in search of freedom, only to find herself confined in Valerie's prison. And compared to his own spacious accommodations, this place was nothing more than a glorified shoebox.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

"In that case, you should go find out, right?" Her grin turned sinister as she plotted her next move. "Kill the human Islinda, do it while Aldric is still held hostage. This is my only opportunity to frame Maeve, so do it today. Kill Islinda by any means possible."

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Her eyes ablaze with fury and vengeance, Queen Maeve issued her command with chilling determination. "I don't care how you do it, but order a hit on Islinda. I want that human dead tonight, by any means necessary. Use my treasury—I want Islinda's head brought to me!"

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Islinda immediately eased up, her expression lighting up like Christmas. "Of course, it was merely an accident. The hunger must have gone straight to my head, making me think nonsense," she chimed in, joining Gabbi's attempt to lighten the mood with a boisterous laugh. But behind her laughter, her eyes conveyed all that remained unsaid.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Islinda immediately eased up, her expression lighting up like Christmas. "Of course, it was merely an accident. The hunger must have gone straight to my head, making me think nonsense," she chimed in, joining Gabbi's attempt to lighten the mood with a boisterous laugh. But behind her laughter, her eyes conveyed all that remained unsaid.

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Returning the smile, Islinda turned to leave, anxious to treat this wound and get it over with. She was no longer comfortable knowing Derek's intention to expose her identity. However, her departure was halted as Derek reached out for her arm at the last minute. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

A wave of cold dread washed over Islinda as she realized Derek's intent. She fought the urge to cover the wound with her hand, knowing it would only draw more attention to it. Islinda might be many things, hot-tempered, impulsive, reckless, but her instincts were never wrong. Valerie was beginning to suspect she was something more. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy

Islinda remained defiant, refusing to back down in the face of Derek's intimidation tactics. She squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination, unapologetic for her choice of words. It was not like she lied anyway. Derek had nothing on the princes. He was truly an ugly asshole both on the inside and out — Islinda might have exaggerated a bit out of anger. 

Mated To The Cruel Prince

Fantasy · Glimmy