Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 253: Taught You Better

Chapter 253: Taught You Better

Issac’s mouth opened and closed helplessly, unable to form a word. He suddenly felt parched as he thought of what to do. He couldn’t tell his mother the truth, nor could he lie either. He was Fae. How was he going to deflect her question this time?

"Issac," His mother faced him so she looked him dead in the eyes. There was pleading on her face and that only made the guilt in his heart increase. He shouldn’t bring discomfort to his mother.

"Talk to me, son. Did Prince Aldric threaten you or something? Is that it?"

It took everything for Issac to remain calm and not give everything away with his expression. It was his responsibility to protect them, not the other way around. This was the mantle he took on after the death of his father.

Also, Issac feared that his mother would be disappointed with the decision he took to save his life over Islinda’s. His father did well to inculcate chivalry in him and would have judged his choice had he been alive. To his honorable father, it was always the females first.

"There’s this female...." He said and his mother blinked at him, taken apart by his words. She probably never saw it coming at all.

"Oh," Oma leaned back, giving him space as understanding dawned on her. A female turned him moody. She should have known. Issac was old enough to settle down with his family.

"What happened between the both of you? Did she reject you?" She asked, watching as he shook his head.

"Or cheat on you?"

Issac sighed, "That’s far from the problem Aldric, mother."

"Far from it?" Oma scratched the side of her face thoughtfully. wondering what could have happened, enough for her son to run from his problems.

"What then is the...." She trailed off, her eyes widening with shock. Oma turned towards her son with a scandalous expression, "By the gods, Issac, tell me you didn’t pregnant the poor female?!"

"W–what?!" Issac was horrified, his expression a reflection of the same shock Oma was experiencing.

He shot up to his feet at once, shouting, "I did not! No, we haven’t even done it yet and perhaps it’s a good thing she hasn’t called in on the favor and I didn’t bed her before that fight ...." Isaac froze upon realizing he just fed his mother too much information.

"Goodness gracious," Oma gasped, a hand on her chest as she stared at her son. It almost felt like she was staring at a different person right now.

Of course, she was not ignorant of her son’s tryst, it was common among Fae his age, but to think she was worried after him all this while and it was all because of a female. No, she wanted to kill him with her bare hands.

"Mother..." Issac called her warily when he saw the fierce look in her eyes and he shuddered. He was definitely in trouble.

Oma pinned him with a look, "Contrary to my fears, it appears that the cruel prince has been treating you well enough for you to have time for flings."

"By the gods," Issac groaned, rubbing his hands down his face. He tried to explain to her, "Is not what you’re thinking. All I have done is dedicate myself to serving Aldric, but she’s the one chasing after me –"

"So you like her?" His mother said, amused.

"What?" Issac felt like someone slapped him on the face, "I do not like ...." He could not finish speaking no matter how much he tried. It was as if someone tied his tongue and his face turned sour when he realized what this was.

Oma chuckled, knowingly, "Sounds like that’s a lie, don’t you think so, son?" She threw her head back and let out a peal of laughter.

Issac went red in the face. No way, he didn’t like that annoying horse shifter. He had so many reasons not to.

"That can’t be," Issac could not tell whether he was trying to convince himself or his mother. He shouted, "She’s a wild, crazy and uncultured Fae. No, she’s the least female I would want to be associated with. I don’t even love her, mother!"

"True," Oma concurred with him, "However, just as there’s a thin line between love and hate. That tiny likeness could still grow into something more."

Issac growled in warning at his mother but that only made the female Fae laugh the more. Right now, her son looked no different from a child throwing a tantrum after not getting what he wanted.

"I can’t love her! We are worlds apart, no, we can never be!" He tried to explain to her so she could stop encouraging this behavior.

Oma shrugged innocently, "I never said you should love her. But from my point of view, it seems as if you are trying so hard not to. You said that both of you

are worlds apart, what’s wrong? Is she a lesser Fae or a half-breed?" She inquired.

Issac said disgruntled, "Just leave it at that, mother. The both of us simply cannot be. It’s not possible," He had no more interest in the conversation.

Well, tell that to his Oma.

She said, "You think it was possible between your father and me? During our time, intermarriages between courts were frowned upon because they diluted the bloodlines and made it harder to get purebred Fae. Not to mention your father was an arrogant asshole, but we made it work even though the fool left early. Bless his soul."

"Please, just leave it be, Mother," Issac implored her. He could not tell her that Maxi was Dark Fae. He trusted his mother, but he could not make the mistake of asking her to protect a dark Fae. That would put her in danger. If push comes to shove, Issac would rather take on all the blame and protect his family.

He said wistfully, "Moreover, we had a fight and I might have said some words she might never forgive me."

The next Issac knew, there was a sharp slap across the back of his head and he shouted, touching the spot while staring in disbelief at his mother now on her feet with a hardened expression.

"What was that for?!" He cried out, exasperated.

"So she’s the reason you returned here?! You caused problems and left like a coward because you couldn’t face her. I thought I taught you better than that, Issac?" She scolded him.

Although that was technically not the truth, Issac would rather let her believe that.

"Mother, listen I –"

"You’re leaving first thing tomorrow to apologize to that female."

"What?!"

"And don’t think you can escape it because the next time you’re coming home, you’re bringing her along so I can as well apologize for your awful behavior."