Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 806: Taken Away

Aldric knew something was wrong the moment the heavy door to his cell creaked open. He tensed, his instincts screaming that danger was near.

The air was full of tension, footsteps

echoing ominously off the stone walls. Five Fae males, their expressions hard as granite, strode in with purpose. Aldric’s heart began to race. These weren’t mere guards—they were warriors, battle-hardened and dangerous.

What has my father agreed to? The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, leaving him momentarily stunned.

King Oberon had kept him alive despite everything, and Aldric had taken some comfort in the fact that his father wouldn’t execute him. He had even begun to relax, confident that his cell was the safest place in the kingdom with the ongoing chaos. But now, seeing the determined looks on these warriors’ faces, doubt crept in.

If there was anyone he truly worried about, it was Islinda. But he had reassured himself that Andre, his brother, would take care of her, even if that meant keeping her far away from him. The isolation was maddening; he missed Islinda more than he could express. Had he known this was coming, he would have marked her —bound her to him in a way that would allow him to feel her presence, to know she was okay, wherever she was. Regret churned within him, but it was too late for that now.

The warriors advanced toward him, their silence more menacing than any words. Aldric’s heart pounded, adrenaline flooding his system. "What are you doing?" His voice was low, edged with suspicion and growing fear.

They didn’t answer him. Their silence was more menacing than any words could have been. They just kept advancing, their movements coordinated, precise. It was clear they were under strict orders.

Aldric’s instincts screamed at him to act, and in a flash, he lunged at the nearest Fae. Aldric attacked with all his might, but it quickly became apparent that he was at a severe disadvantage.

His winter powers and shadow abilities had been suppressed by Oberon, leaving him with nothing but brute strength. Normally, that would have been enough. But not against five seasoned warriors, all of whom knew exactly how dangerous he was and were prepared for him.

Despite this, Aldric fought with the ferocity of a cornered animal. He managed to land a few solid blows, but the warriors were relentless. They overwhelmed him with sheer numbers, their planned attacks exploiting his every weakness. Still, Aldric refused to go down easily. He struggled, clawed, and struck out with all his strength, even as they started to beat and manhandle him into submission.

One of them, the leader by the looks of it, stepped forward and pulled out a baton. With a press of a button, the baton crackled with electricity, the sound filling the small cell with an ominous hum. Aldric’s eyes widened in horror, but before he could react, the baton was driven into his side.

A scream tore from his throat as thousands of volts of electricity surged through his body. His muscles seized, paralyzing him, and he collapsed to the floor, convulsing. The pain was unbearable, a searing agony that burned through his veins like liquid fire, the fight drained from him in an instant.

It was no ordinary shock; the warriors knew he was dangerous and were using a level of voltage meant to incapacitate someone far more powerful than the average Fae.The king had given specific orders to ensure his capture, and they were not about to take any chances.

Finally, the shocking stopped, leaving Aldric lying on the floor, gasping for breath, his teeth clenched against the lingering pain. "Take him," the leader ordered, his voice devoid of emotion.

Two of the warriors stepped forward, grabbing Aldric by his arms and hauling him up. His body was limp, his mind foggy from the aftershocks of the electricity. He tried to gather his strength, to fight back, but his body wouldn’t respond. He was too weak, too disoriented.

They dragged him out of the cell, his feet dragging along the ground. As soon as they were out, they pulled a dark cloth over his head, plunging him into complete darkness. They were taking no chances—blindfolding him to prevent any possibility of escape. If he couldn’t see, he couldn’t plot a way out.

Aldric’s world narrowed to the sound of his own labored breathing and the rough hands that gripped him. They walked for what felt like an eternity. His senses were on high alert, but the blindfold rendered him nearly helpless.

He tried to focus on the sounds around him, the sounds of footsteps, the creak of doors, anything that might give him a clue about where they were taking him. But it was no use. The cloth over his head was too thick, the disorientation too complete.

Finally, after what felt like hours, he heard the sound of a heavy door being pushed open, and he was shoved roughly forward.

The ground beneath him felt different, colder, and harder.

The cloth was yanked from his head, and Aldric blinked against the sudden onslaught of darkness. He had hoped for a glimpse of his captors faces, something to remember them by for later. But the shove had been too forceful. He fell to his knees, too disoriented to catch their faces before the door slammed shut behind him. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Aldric’s vision slowly adjusted to the gloom. The room was dark, oppressively so, with no windows to let in even a sliver of light. The air was thick with the scent of damp stone and something else—something metallic, like iron or blood. It made him sick. Probably Iron. They aimed to weaken him further.

Aldric pushed himself up, his muscles trembling from the aftershocks of the electrical torture. Aldric realized with growing dread that he had no idea where he was. The room was a prison within a prison, designed to keep him completely isolated, cut off from any sense of time or place. He was trapped, alone, and angry.

Aldric was not afraid of the dark. He was the darkness afterall. However, it was clear that his father had gone to great lengths to ensure he stayed here. But why?

And what was happening to Islinda while he was being kept in this forsaken place?