Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 261: Hatred

Men like the third prince were the exact reason she had enjoyed fighting, and she wished she wasn’t tied up and left bare for him to do as he pleased. She hated him to the core. She wanted to scream when he caressed her breast, his lecherous gaze gnawing at her, but she refrained from doing so and instead tried to focus her mind on using her powers to strike.

However, even that didn’t work. She didn’t feel its energy in her blood like she usually did whenever she used it subconsciously. It was as though they had done something to her body that prevented her from summoning that energy, no matter how much she tried.

Even though her powers didn’t work and she was at his mercy, Ave tried to remain calm rather than give this prince the satisfaction of seeing her cry and scream in his face.

"I am not Selene, and I swear if you don’t get your flirty hand off me you’ll regret every second of it!" she warned through clenched teeth as she glared at him and tried to wiggle away from his molesting hand against her breast. She tried to act brave, but internally she was beginning to panic because she was at a disadvantage here if he decided to rape her. She had no idea what was wrong with her witch powers and no matter how much she tried, she couldn’t use it to attack him.

Caelan smirked as he kneaded her breast even more. He gave it a hard squeeze that made her grit her teeth in pain, and though she was glaring murderously at him, he believed she liked his touch and wanted it like she always did in the past when they sneaked out to the inn to be together.

"There’s no need to pretend you don’t want me anymore. My brother is not here and don’t worry, he will never find you again. Once mother has taken what she needs from you like she said, you’ll be mine forever. Too bad I can’t bed you yet before she’s done, but know this, I will the moment she’s done with you." He used his tongue to lick her cheek, and Ave fought hard not to grimace or give him the satisfaction of seeing how much she despised his touch and closeness.

The bastard believed she was pretending when she resisted him—he was twisted and sick in the head. She forced herself to remain indifferent to him, hoping it would drive him away instead.

However, her mind momentarily went crazy at something he said. Once his mother had taken what she needed? And Lucian would never find her again? She wanted to pretend she didn’t know what those words meant, but she did.

Elara wanted to use her powers to release her kind, and once that happened, the world would be a chaotic mess for any human to live in because the night creatures would be in control, including that psycho night creature she had encountered that night in the forest.

And everything depended on her powers. They would use and get rid of her. It seemed being in Nazia had made her forget the dangerous world they lived in and everything Elara was capable of once she had the Rosa.

Ave paled instantly as she realized the danger she was in and the ways she could be used to bring an end to everything her husband had been working hard to achieve.

Nonetheless, knowing this bastard wouldn’t rape her now brought her some kind of inner peace and gave her back her courage to talk. She didn’t want to show her fears even though she was terrified. He might not rape her now but she hated the way his hand was still touching her and she needed him to get away from her!

"You must be dense to think that my husband won’t be able to find me"—her lips twisted into a mocking smirk—"I’d suggest you and your mother start biding farewell to everything you treasure because my husband will find me and kill you. Touch a hair on me and he’ll take your head," she laughed in amusement, seeing the fear that momentarily crossed his face before he masked it with anger and struck her on the cheek twice until she tasted blood in her mouth and her head jerked to the side.

So much for loving Selene, Ave thought as the metallic taste of iron tainted her tongue.

Her face burned, but she refused to let him see her pain. Instead, she laughed—a sharp, mocking sound that cut through the air. "You’re scared of him, aren’t you? Lucian terrifies you. Big, bad Emperor Caelan, quaking like a child at the thought of his brother. How pathetic."

Caelan’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "Shut up, Selene," he growled, his voice low and threatening as his fists clenched at his sides. What he hated the most was being compared to that son of a whore. He was greater than Lucian in every way, and he had proved that by becoming the Emperor and taking back Selene from him. But if she kept on calling him a coward...

But Ave ignored the warning, leaning forward as much as her restraints allowed. "Shut up? Why? Did I hit a nerve? Poor little Mama’s boy can’t stand to hear the truth. Tell me, do you need her to hold your hand while you make decisions, or does she just whisper them in your ear like a puppet?"

"Enough!" he thundered, his hand flying to strike her twice hard across the face again.

Ave’s head snapped to the side, but she didn’t let him see her crumble even though her eyes burned with tears.

She turned back to him with a smirk that could cut glass as blood trailed down the corner of her mouth. "Oh, does hitting me make you feel like a big man? Must be hard, trying to act powerful when you’re nothing. A real man never hits a woman. You’ll never be Lucian, no matter how heavy the gold crown you carry on your head! My Lucian will always be superior to you!"

Caelan’s face darkened with fury, but Ave pressed on. She laughed to his face, her eyes blazing with defiance to hide the pricking tears. She wanted to provoke him into leaving her alone because she needed to be alone to think of a way out of this hell and find her way back to her love. She desperately needed his touch to mask the disgusting ones of this prince.

"And let me make one thing crystal clear—I have never liked you. You disgust me, always have, always will. If these chains weren’t holding me back, you’d already be lying face-down in the dirt where you belong, unconscious and pathetic. Just like the idiot you’ve always been!"

This time, Caelan lost it completely. Ave had thought provoking him would make him leave her alone since his mother had obviously warned him not to have sex with her yet until they were done with what they needed her for, but her assumptions were completely wrong because her provoking words only made him want to show her that he needed no one to tell him what to do, not even his mother.

She didn’t see it coming. Caelan grabbed her hair roughly and came onto her like a crazy man. He kissed her, knocking the breath out of her as he laid on her in a way a man did when he wanted to make love to a woman. Her eyes widened as she tried to struggle, but he kissed her hard and began to thrust his hips against her thigh so she could feel him. She was consumed by repulsion that made her fight him with everything in her. The feeling of his manhood against her core was disgusting even though he didn’t take off his trousers or her chemise.

"Do you feel me? I am rock hard for you, Selene. Don’t think that I can’t do anything without anyone’s permission. You are mine now and I can choose to take you whenever and anytime I like. I fear no one, I am Emperor Caelan." He said as he ground his hips against her and roughly grabbed her hair to make her look into his eyes. He was smirking evilly when he finally saw the tears in her eyes.

"If I am not in need of your pure blood before tainting it with sex, I’d have shown you how much I can break the rules. Mother had only advised me to keep away from you because I need that blood of yours, and I won’t let you provoke me into ruining everything before she gets what she needed." He said as he kissed her roughly again before he rolled away from the bed.

They needed her blood for too many things for him to ruin it. She was the key to releasing his grandfather, who he had recently learned about from his mother. He needed her blood to be able to kill his bastard brother, Lucian. And now that she had provoked him, he would make sure she watched him kill the man she claimed to like more than him.

He wouldn’t allow her to provoke him more next time. They needed her to be clear for three days without sex to get her blood, and having that with her would ruin the blood for another three days. He wasn’t that patient when he needed a weapon to kill his brother.

His mother had given a lot to bring her here, and by tomorrow, everything shall be done as their plan, and then he would have her for himself. He left the room with the promise to pay her a visit again.

When the door closed behind him, Ave lay motionless for so long that she lost track of time. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks as she stared at the ceiling. She felt violated and used, even though he hadn’t removed his trousers. She longed to scrub herself raw until she could no longer feel the disgusting memory of his lingering touch. Hatred burned within her—pure and consuming.

She had tried to use the night creatures’ killing spell on him when he was on top of her, but it hadn’t worked. Nothing had. It was as if her powers had abandoned her in her greatest moment of need. Even though he wasn’t a night creature, the spell should have worked on him, just as it had on Lucian when she had accidentally used it against him.

She had endured so much in the span of a single day. She had watched Nadia be cut open—oh, Nadia! I’m so sorry, she cried silently, squeezing her eyes shut as fresh tears spilled over. She had failed to save her friend before being taken herself. And if she hadn’t been so foolish and emotional in the moment, if she hadn’t fallen for the witch’s tricks, she might have had time to call Lucian’s men.

Now, as she lay bound in chains, her skin crawling with the memory of Caelan’s touch, she made no effort to suppress her emotions. She let herself cry—for the loss of her friend, for her helplessness, for everything. She didn’t just miss Lucian; she missed the version of herself she had been hours—days?—ago, before she witnessed Nadia’s death and felt Caelan’s hands on her.

She had no idea how long she had been here or how long she had been unconscious. She didn’t know if anyone was searching for her or if Lucian had returned from his journey. All she knew was that she felt utterly alone, cold, and terrified of what was to come. She wanted to curl into herself for comfort, but the chains held her in place.

Her face throbbed from the slaps Caelan had dealt her. Turning her gaze toward the window, she silently called out to Lucian. Would he hear her cries? Was he searching for her? The weight of exhaustion pressed down on her, her body drained of all energy. Her eyelids fluttered closed despite her efforts to stay awake, to think of a way out of this nightmare.

She needed to wake up, to fight, to ensure they couldn’t use her powers to destroy the world as they had in the future she once lived. But the pull of sleep was too strong, dragging her into its embrace against her will. As her consciousness faded, her last thought was a promise to herself: once she woke, she would find a way out. For now, sleep was her only escape from the pain and despair.