Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 814: She’s A Dark Fae

Pain.

That was the only thing Islinda knew at that moment. It scorched through her veins, her world narrowed only to the sharp, burning sensation of Aldric’s bite. Whatever venom Aldric let into her system, it was burning her from the inside out.

However, Aldric being the bastard he was didn’t stop there. He pulled back and Islinda was able to breathe a little, not that it made any difference, the pain was still there. However, that relief didn’t last long because Aldric bit into another spot on her neck and Islinda thought she was going to die.

Like a fucking animal, Aldric tore through her neck. Another searing pain passed through that region, but unlike the first time, it didn’t hurt as much. However, that was when everything changed. Islinda’s shout of pain turned into a moan as

she felt a rush of heat rush to her core.

She held onto Aldric tight, her nails digging into his flesh, her face flushed as a pleasure so intense rippled right through her and Islinda orgasmed on the spot without Aldric touching her. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

But that was not all. Islinda felt it now. Such a connection so raw and overwhelming, that it bind her to Aldric in a way that transcended mere words. It was as if she had been bound to him by an invisible thread that tightened with each passing second.

The crowd’s uproar faded into the background as Islinda’s senses heightened. She could feel the rapid beat of Aldric’s heart, the warmth of his breath against her skin, the electric charge of his power coursing through her veins. And then, just as suddenly as it began, Aldric withdrew, his fangs retracting as he released her.

Islinda staggered back, her hand flying to the bite marks on her neck. It throbbed with pain and pleasure so intense she wanted Aldric to devour her right then and there at the spot. It was only by sheer grace she hadn’t pulled him close and slammed her lips against his. She wanted to touch him. To feel him. To breathe him. He was all that mattered now. Nothing else. Her mate. Aldric.

She looked up at Aldric, her vision swimming, but there was no denying the truth now. A bond had formed between them, real, tangible and it just changed eveything.

The crowd had been stunned into silence from the scene and when Islinda turned to them, she wished the ground could open up and swallow her. There was a reason mates marked each other in private, it was considered sacred and intimate. Everyone at this place probably knew she orgasmed moments ago from just Aldric sinking his teeth into her. Yes, somebody kill her now.

A collective gasp suddenly swept through the crowd. Islinda’s eyes widened, her heart hammering in her chest. The murmurs and shocked exclamations around her grew louder, but it wasn’t until she looked down at her own hands that she realized what was going on.

"Oh, fuck," she muttered under her breath, swallowing hard.

There they were, the intricate markings that had once defined her as a dark Fae, snaking up her arms and probably her face. Aldric’s bite must have short-circuited, or rather overwhelmed, the glamour the witch Lilith had cast on her.

The glamour had hidden these markings for so long that Islinda had almost forgotten what they looked like. But now, every single person in the clearing could see her for what she truly was.

"She’s a dark Fae!" someone shouted from the back, breaking through the shock and confusion that had gripped the crowd.

King Oberon and Queen Victoria exchanged a glance, a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something close to horror etched on their faces.

Beside them, Prince Valerie staggered back, his face pale. "No," He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "That is impossible."

His mind spun, searching for an explanation. Islinda couldn’t be a Dark Fae. She was his lovely Islinda, the woman he had admired, the one he had planned to make his bride. This had to be some kind of cruel magic, a twisted trick of Aldric’s to tarnish her.

Meanwhile, Andre, who had been slowly regaining his senses, pushed himself to his feet with a groan, clutching his head. The charm Azula had used on him had lost its potency the moment Aldric marked Islinda.

As his head cleared, he blinked and murmured, "Islinda?" But as memories of what he had done flooded back, the blood drained from his face, replaced by a look of horror and regret.

Before any more questions or accusations could be thrown, a voice cut through the murmurs.

"Seize her!" one of the faeries in the crowd shouted.

A new wave of panic rippled through the guests as the soldiers, trained to neutralize dark Faeries on sight, rushed forward to put Islinda down without waiting for the king’s order.

Aldric’s protective instincts kicked in. He pushed Islinda behind him with one swift motion, and in the blink of an eye, he called on his power and sliced through the first guard who dared to lay a hand on her.

His face was a mask of fury, his body moving with a deadly grace that spoke of years of battle experience. The bond with Islinda was urging him to destroy anyone who tried to harm her.

Within moments, ten elite guards had fallen to Aldric’s feet, their bodies collapsing around him like broken dolls. His movements were fluid and brutal, a dance of death that sent waves of panic through the remaining guards.

More of them surged forward, only to falter and hesitate when they saw the carnage. The rest of the guests, sensing the impending mayhem, began to scramble for cover. The kingdom had become a hub of violence and unrest within a matter of days, and no one wanted to be caught in the crossfire.

"Stop it! Hold your fire! Don’t touch her!" King Oberon commanded, his voice booming with authority.

The remaining guards halted immediately, although they maintained a tight circle around Aldric and Islinda. They knew better than to defy the king’s orders, especially when Aldric was still seething like a cornered animal ready to lash out.

Aldric stood at the center of the circle, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, Islinda safely behind him. His eyes were wild, almost feral, and his face was contorted in fury. His mind was a storm of rage and instinct. The only thing that mattered was protecting Islinda, his mate. He’d lost his reason, his humanity, to the bond that now controlled him.

Issac, who had been standing on the outskirts of the chaos, took his chance to slip away unnoticed. The moment Islinda’s true identity had been exposed, he knew things were about to get far more complicated. He needed to find Maxi and get out before the king decided to purge any more dark Fae amongst Aldric’s people.

"Don’t touch her," Oberon repeated firmly, his eyes locked on his son. He knew that Aldric would not hesitate to kill anyone who tried to come near Islinda, including himself.

"Aldric—" Andre, still groggy but regaining his composure, took a step forward, hoping to calm his brother.

But Aldric snarled at him, a low, threatening growl that sent a shiver down Andre’s spine. He quickly stepped back, raising his hands in surrender.

"Son, you need to calm down," King Oberon spoke cautiously, his tone placating. He could see the raw fury and desperation in Aldric’s eyes and knew one wrong move could turn this tense standoff into a bloodbath. "I swear to you, I will not harm Islinda. You have my word."

But Aldric’s eyes remained wild, his trust broken by years of betrayal and deceit. His stance remained tense, every muscle in his body coiled and ready to strike. He had no reason to believe his father—no reason to believe anyone here, save for Islinda.

"Aldric," Islinda whispered, stepping closer and gently placing a hand on his arm. Her touch was like a cool breeze over a fire, instantly soothing the raging inferno within him. Aldric’s body relaxed, the wildness in his eyes dimming as he focused on her. She was his anchor, his sanity.

Seeing that Aldric had calmed down, King Oberon took a careful step forward.

"I’m afraid you stand accused of harboring a dark Fae," he said slowly, his voice filled with regret. "And I cannot let you go free. But," he continued quickly when he saw Aldric’s fury start to return, "as she is your mate, this matter needs to be looked into carefully. You both must stay within the palace grounds until we can resolve this situation. Is that agreeable, son?"

Aldric bared his teeth, a low growl rumbling from his chest. His instinct was to lash out, to run, to take Islinda far away from this place and these people. But deep down, he knew his father was the only reason the elite guards hadn’t torn Islinda apart already.

"You will not separate us," he said in a deadly calm voice. "If even a single hair on her head goes missing, I will tear this kingdom apart."

Oberon nodded, relief washing over his face. "You have my word, son."

Aldric narrowed his eyes, but after a moment, he nodded curtly. "Fine. But make no mistake—this won’t be for long."

The tension in the courtyard eased slightly as the immediate threat of violence diminished.

King Oberon turned to the captain of the guards and issued his orders. "Prepare a room for them. They are highly important guests. Ensure they are treated with the utmost care."

The captain nodded and gestured for Aldric and Islinda to follow him. The crowd parted, creating a clear path for them, but the eyes that followed them were filled with suspicion, fear, and curiosity.

Aldric walked beside her, his hand never leaving hers, his presence a wall of protection. The guards followed closely behind, ensuring they couldn’t escape, but Aldric didn’t care.

Let them think they had him cornered. He would wait. He would plan. And when the time was right, he would make his move.