Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 507: Kill The Fae

Chapter 507: Kill The Fae

The officer’s hand came crashing down, striking the boy with a force that made Islinda’s blood boil. She watched everything play out right in front of her with horror and despite her best efforts to control her anger, Islinda found herself struggling to contain the raging emotions bubbling within her.

Without a second thought, she leaped forward, her movements fueled by a potent mix of anger and desperation. Islinda pushed herself between the officer and the boy, her body acting on instinct alone.

"Don’t —!" Islinda warned through gritted teeth, her eyes darkened with anger, "Hit him again."

Silence fell as tension rippled through the air. Gabi marveled at Islinda’s bravery before worry marred her features at the gravity of her friend’s action. She just interfered with a Fae serious, a serious offense in this realm. Moreover, she knew these Fae and they wouldn’t take Islinda’s challenge lightly.

The officer, taken aback by Islinda’s sudden intervention, recoiled slightly, his confidence wavering in the face of her defiance. However, he soon recovered and there was cold fury in his eyes as he realized that he was challenged by a woman. A mere human. One he could easily stumble beneath his feet.

"What did you just say?" The officer sneered, looming over her

He was trying to intimidate her, Islinda realized. Which she found quite laughable. If she couldn’t submit to the feared dark Fae prince, Aldric, what chances did a mere officer have of intimidating her?

At that moment, standing face to face with the Fae officer, she refused to cower in fear. "Don’t. Hurt. The. Boy," She emphasized. "He stole from me and I forgive him. So let him go."

She added, "If you are so concerned about his future, perhaps then you rehabilitate him and not beat him like some kind of animal. What are the odds he wouldn’t go back to stealing after the punishment?"

There was a tense standoff between Islinda and the officer, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. His other partner and Gabi stood at the side without interfering. Islinda was not afraid of them, or what he might do to her.

In that moment, she found a strength within herself that she had never known before – a strength born not of physical prowess, but of sheer determination and unwavering resolve. To stand for what was right. Change started with a big step.

So Islinda remained steadfast, her stance unwavering as she met his gaze head-on. The officer was the first to look away, dark laughter erupting from his mouth, "So you’re now teaching me how to run my job?"

"That’s not what I mean, I’m just saying —" Islinda was still speaking when she felt a stinging pain across her face, the sharp crack echoing through the air.

Islinda saw stars and her ears rang like a bell. She had never been hit this hard in her life; she had to blink away the dizziness. The blow had caught her off-guard and it was a miracle she was still on her feet. The shock had her bringing a hand to her cheek, feeling the searing heat of the impact.

In a split second, something dark and sinister snapped inside of Islinda. How dare he? Her instincts kicked in, and without a second thought, Islinda retaliated. With fierce determination, she lashed out, her fist connecting with the Fae officer’s jaw with surprising force.

The impact was enough to send the officer reeling, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap. Gasps of shock rippled through the air, their audience watching in disbelief, stunned by the sudden turn of events. Not that Islinda cared for Gabi, the young half-breed and the other Fae officer’s opinion, nor the other onlookers now drawn by the commotion.

In the grip of a primal frenzy, Islinda’s rational thoughts were drowned out by a raging torrent of bloodlust. With each heartbeat, her vision blurred, consumed by a red haze that clouded her senses and drove her to one singular purpose: to inflict harm upon the Fae who dared to strike her.

Without hesitation, Islinda lunged forward, her movements fueled by raw instinct as she closed the distance between herself and the fallen Fae officer. With a feral growl, she pounced upon him like a predator closing in on its prey, her fists raining down upon him with relentless fury.

Each blow landed with bone-crushing force, fueled by the pent-up rage and indignation that surged through her veins. There was no thought, no mercy, only the primal urge to inflict pain and seek retribution for the injustice that had been done to her.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the air, punctuated by the guttural grunts of both attacker and victim. Islinda’s senses were consumed by the rhythmic cadence of her own heartbeat and the dull thud of her fists connecting with flesh, each impact driving her further into the depths of her bloodlust.

It was a frenzied onslaught, an explosion of violence and unchecked aggression that consumed her entirely. In that moment, Islinda was no longer a rational human but a primal force of nature, driven by instinct and the overwhelming need to survive and prevail at any cost.

As she continued to rain down blows upon the fallen Fae, her mind became consumed by a single, overriding thought: to kill the Fae. And in that moment, nothing else mattered but the savage, primal instinct that drove her onward, heedless of the consequences that would surely follow.

In her frenzied assault, Islinda was abruptly interrupted by a sharp blow to the head, sending shockwaves of pain radiating through her skull. But she shook off the disorientation, her feral sneer twisting into a snarl of fury as she prepared to launch herself at the other Fae officer who attempted to save his partner.

The other Fae officer was smarter and didn’t let Islinda get close to him before he retaliated. Bolts of lightning crackled through the air, lancing out from the outstretched hand of the second officer. The searing arc of electricity struck Islinda square in the chest, sending a jolt of excruciating agony coursing through her body.

Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably as the voltage surged through her, rendering her limbs numb and her senses overwhelmed. With each pulse of electricity, her vision flickered and dimmed, and her world was reduced to a swirling maelstrom of pain and disorientation.

Struggling to maintain her footing, Islinda’s knees buckled beneath her, sending her crashing to the ground in a heap. Every nerve in her body screamed in protest as the relentless assault continued, each bolt of lightning sapping her strength and resolve until she could no longer hold on.

As the darkness closed in around her, Islinda’s consciousness slipped away, leaving her limp and trembling upon the cold, unforgiving ground.