Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 738: Islinda Was Back?

Aldric’s hand shot out instinctively, grabbing Azula and yanking her towards him. In a single swift motion, he spun her beneath him, his body pinning hers to the bed. Azula’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching as she found herself trapped under his intense gaze.

Hovering over her, Aldric’s eyes were dark with fury, his chest heaving as he struggled to rein in his anger. His proximity and the forceful grip he had on her wrists communicated a clear message: he was on the brink of losing control. How dare she invade his space, using Islinda’s body no less, as if she owned it!

Azula, however, was not reacting the way Aldric anticipated. Rather than fear or defiance, her expression softened, her eyes taking on a dreamy, infatuated glint. The closeness, the dominance he exuded—it all seemed to fascinate her. Her lips curved into a smile that was unsettlingly genuine.

"What are you staring at?" Aldric demanded, his voice a harsh whisper, confusion creeping into his anger.

Azula’s smile grew wider, almost coy. "You," she said softly, her voice tinged with a peculiar kind of admiration. Without warning, she spread her legs wider, pulling Aldric further into the cradle of her hips, nearly wrapping her legs around him.

Aldric’s eyes widened in shock. The sudden shift in control left him momentarily off balance, and before he could react, Azula had flipped their positions. Now she straddled him, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her hands on his chest. The possessive way she clung to him was both intimate and unsettling.

"What the— Get off me," Aldric growled, his hands moving to push her away.

Azula only tightened her grip, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of defiance and amusement. "Why should I?" she murmured, her voice a teasing whisper. She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "I want to find a body to sleep with, yet you wouldn’t let me. So I will make do with what I have, thankfully ...." Her heated gaze ran over his body in an appreciative move, "It’s not so bad."

Aldric growled at her, strangely pissed by her comment even though he knew it was a dig at his ego. He knew that he was capable of and the daring females in his bed always left satisfied. Not to mention, she had not complained hours ago when he ....

What in the Fae was he thinking?! Aldrc chided himself. He shouldn’t be thinking this way. Hence when Azula adjusted herself, trying to find a more comfortable position on his body,

Aldric tensed.

His muscles were taut, every instinct screaming at him to throw her off, yet the demon’s strength and the strange allure she wielded kept him momentarily paralyzed. Her proximity, the softness of her body against his, stirred something in him that he struggled to suppress.

Fuck this. He can’t give the demon a chance.

"Get. Off." Aldric voice was a low, dangerous rumble, his eyes narrowing as he tried to regain control.

"I’m not going anywhere," she said, her words sounded muffled with her face buried in his chest.

As if Azula hadn’t already crossed enough boundaries, she leaned in further, her nose brushing the crook of Aldric’s neck. She inhaled deeply, her breath warm against his skin. "I don’t know if I’ve told you," she murmured sleepily, "but your scent is driving me crazy. It’s like a drug I suddenly can’t get enough of."

Aldric stiffened. Her words, murmured so close to his skin, made his pulse quicken. He swallowed hard, feeling an unexpected warmth spread through him, melting away the anger that had gripped him moments before. His mind raced, conflicted between the undeniable attraction and the dangerous implications of her words.

Then it hit him.

Islinda had oftentimes said the same thing about his scent, that it was heavenly. Now, hearing those words from Azula, his mind raced with several possibilities.

Could some part of Islinda still linger, hidden beneath Azula’s demonic façade? Could it be the mate bond had extended to Azula with her soul being bound to Islinda?

Fuck!

The idea was absurd, yet it planted a seed of doubt in Aldric’s mind, one that he couldn’t easily dismiss.

No, it couldn’t be.

It had never been heard in history. However, a dark Fae having a mate had not been heard either — or perhaps it had been hidden or purposely omitted.

Azula’s breath was warm against his neck, and he could feel her relaxed weight pressing into him. His rage evaporated as he looked at Azula with new uncertainty.

The possibility, however small, that a fragment of Islinda might be influencing Azula’s behavior was enough to make him hesitate. The idea of driving her off now felt strangely wrong, as if he might lose a vital clue about Islinda’s fate.

Reluctantly, Aldric’s tense muscles began to relax. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he lowered his guard, if only for a fleeting moment. He didn’t shove Azula off the bed again. Instead, he ran his hand through her hair, reveling in the silky texture and the new, vibrant color that reminded him of that of his mother’s — the sight bringing him an unexpected sense of comfort

Azula moaned softly in contentment, her body settling further against his. The sound sent a shiver through Aldric, and he groaned, feeling a stirring within him that he couldn’t ignore. He let out a long, weary sigh. Azula’s presence was both a torment and a peculiar comfort, stirring emotions and desires that felt so wrong and yet right.

As he continued to stroke her hair, his mind swirled with the confusion of feelings he had for her—this creature wearing Islinda’s form—leaving him conflicted. He knew he should be enraged, should be pushing her away, but the sensation of her warmth against him, the familiarity of her scent, and the way her body fit against his—each element pulled him deeper into a whirlpool of longing and doubt. It was all just so overpowering.

Azula, sensing his acceptance, nuzzled closer, her breathing deepening as she drifted further into sleep. Aldric lay there, his hand still tangled in her hair, staring at the ceiling.

With every breath he took, the line between Islinda and Azula blurred, the lines between Azula and Islinda blurred, leaving him trapped in a moment that was as torturous as it was comforting

Despite the thoughts in his head, exhaustion finally took its toll. Aldric closed his eyes, his hand still gently stroking Azula’s hair, and let himself drift into a restless sleep, haunted by the dreams of being caught between the ghost of a past love, Islinda and the unpredictable reality of the present, Azula.

Aldric was the first to wake, the morning light filtering through the curtains and casting a gentle glow across the room. He felt the warmth of a body pressed against his, and for a fleeting moment, a familiar sense of peace washed over him.

He glanced down and saw Islinda’s serene face resting against his chest, her features soft and innocent in sleep.

His heart skipped a beat.

For a few precious seconds, he let himself believe that everything was back to normal, that Islinda was here, alive, and in his arms where she belonged.

But then reality came crashing back. Islinda was gone, and the woman in his arms was Azula, the demon who had taken her body.

Despite this harsh truth, Aldric couldn’t help but cling to a sliver of hope. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his fingers trembling.

Her expression was so peaceful, so much like the Islinda he remembered. Maybe, just maybe, there was a chance she could come back to him.

Taking a deep breath, Aldric leaned down and whispered, "Islinda?" His voice was barely audible, laced with desperation. He shook her gently, praying against all odds that his love would be the one to wake up.

Azula stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a fleeting moment, her gaze seemed softer, almost like the light in Islinda’s eyes. Aldric’s heart pounded, hope flooding his chest.

"Islinda?" he asked again, his voice cracking with desperation.

"Aldric?" she replied, her voice carrying a gentleness that was unmistakably Islinda’s.

"Islinda?" Aldric’s voice broke, happiness and disbelief battling within him. Could it be true? Was Islinda back?

"Islinda!" he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight embrace, his heart soaring. He held her as if afraid she might disappear again, squeezing her so tightly she could barely breathe.

But then he pulled back, looking into her eyes. The brief tenderness vanished, replaced by Azula’s familiar mischievous glint.

"Really, Aldric?" she grinned, her tone mocking. "Did you think it was that easy?"

The hope that had bloomed in Aldric’s heart shattered like fragile glass. His expression hardened, the reality crashing down on him. Betrayal and fury surged within him as he realized Azula had played him, taking advantage of his moment of vulnerability.

"Fuck you!" he spat, his voice trembling with rage as he kicked her off the bed. "Get the fuck away from me!"

Azula landed on the floor, laughing, her amusement only fueling his anger. The sound of her laughter grated against his ears, a cruel reminder of his torment.

"Get out," Aldric growled, his hands shaking as he pointed to the door.

Azula climbed to her feet, still chuckling, and with a mocking bow, she said, "As you wish, your highness." She sauntered out of the room, leaving Aldric seething in the aftermath of her cruel game.

"Fucking Demon!" Aldric wished he could throttle her.