Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 539: Too Late For Excuses

Chapter 539: Too Late For Excuses

Trigger warning : This Chapter featured an attempted r*pe

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"You should go back to your sleep, I’m good now." Islinda’s voice was soft but firm as she spoke to Valerie, her eyes tracing the contours of his bare chest. In his haste to get to her, he must have forgotten to get decent. As much as she no longer felt something towards him, her body had its own feelings, and mighty thanks to Aldric, it was thrumming with desire. Aware of the precariousness of the situation, she knew she couldn’t allow herself to falter.

Valerie’s disappointment was evident in his eyes as he absorbed Islinda’s words. He must have realized, once again, that their romantic prospects were futile. Islinda had made it clear before, and now it was up to him to accept reality and let go of his hopes for something more between them.

Also, Islinda was wrong. She could never make the mistake of sleeping with Valerie. She couldn’t deny the truth anymore: no one else could compare to Aldric. No offense to Valerie, but the summer Fae simply didn’t ignite the same feelings within her. Aldric had left an indelible mark on her, rendering any other man or Fae incapable of evoking the same intensity of emotion.

As Islinda struggled to maintain her composure, the erotic dream invaded her thoughts, vividly replaying in her mind at the most inconvenient moment. She clenched her teeth to stifle a moan, instinctively pressing her legs together in a futile attempt to quell the arousal surging through her. However, the timing couldn’t have been worse, and the equating result was one she would never forget in a hurry.

As Valerie prepared to depart, a sudden change overcame him, his body tensing noticeably. Islinda watched in surprise as he took a long, deliberate breath, his gaze locking onto hers with a startling intensity that made her freeze in place. Aldric’s words echoed in her mind, reminding her that Fae males possessed the ability to sense a female’s arousal. With a sinking feeling, Islinda realized that Valerie had likely detected her desire.

Fuck.

Islinda remained frozen in place, her heart pounding in her throat as she witnessed the transformation in Valerie’s demeanor. His eyes darkened with a primal intensity, and his features shifted into a more predatory form. Though still handsome, his features became sharper and more pronounced, exuding a seductive allure reminiscent of a predator stalking its prey. The golden pupils surrounded by obsidian black rings seemed to gleam with lust, causing Islinda to gulp nervously, acutely aware of the dangerous desire lurking within Valerie’s gaze.

"Valerie..." Islinda’s voice was cautious, treading carefully so as not to provoke the predatory instincts simmering within him.

Despite Islinda’s cautious approach, Valerie’s actions proved her efforts futile as he lunged toward her. A scream escaped Islinda’s lips as she was pushed onto the bed, feeling the weight of Valerie’s body pressing against hers. His lips descended upon hers with a voracious hunger, stifling any attempts she made to protest. Desperate to make him stop, Islinda resorted to hitting him, but her efforts proved futile as he remained unyielding, consumed by his own desires.

Islinda struggled against Valerie, her resolve solidifying into a steely determination. The arousal that had briefly clouded her judgment was replaced by a surge of revulsion and outrage. Despite her efforts to escape, she found herself overpowered by Valerie’s unexpected strength. With a shock, she realized his grip on her hands was unyielding as he pinned them above her head, rendering her defenseless and helpless against his relentless advances.

As Valerie’s kisses trailed down her neck, Islinda recoiled in disgust, her lips spewing forth every profanity she could summon. She fought fiercely against him, writhing beneath his weight and screaming for release, but Valerie appeared oblivious to her pleas. However, when he lifted his face to meet hers, Islinda shuddered at the sight of the insatiable hunger burning in his eyes. The dilation of his pupils was so pronounced that she could even see her own reflection mirrored within them, sending a chill of fear coursing through her veins.

Islinda couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease that settled in her heart. The darkness that now clouded Valerie’s eyes was foreign to her, a stark contrast to the noble and honorable Fae she had come to know. She struggled to reconcile this aggressive behavior with the Valerie she thought she knew—a Fae who would never force himself upon her, driven by a sense of nobility that was intrinsic to his nature. It was as if Valerie had lost control of himself, succumbing to some unknown force that compelled him to act in this manner.

Valerie forcibly ripped apart her nightgown and Islinda’s cry of anguish pierced the air, finally jolting her into the harsh reality of the situation. The realization dawned upon her with chilling clarity: if she didn’t take action now, the Summer Fae would have his way with her against her will. With a surge of panic coursing through her veins, Islinda tapped into a wellspring of strength she knew she possessed. Summoning every ounce of determination, she managed to break free from Valerie’s grasp, pushing him away with all the force she could muster using both hands.

Islinda pushed Valerie away with all her might, inadvertently exerting too much force, which sent him crashing into the wall with a resounding impact that echoed through the room, causing a crack to form. For a heart-stopping moment, Valerie lay motionless on the ground, and a wave of fear washed over Islinda as she feared she might have inadvertently caused him serious harm. Relief flooded her when she heard him moan in pain, indicating he was still alive, albeit injured. Despite that, indignation surged within Islinda. How dare he try to force himself on her?

With a groan, Valerie struggled to his feet, one hand pressed against his head where blood trickled from a wound sustained during the collision with the wall. As he surveyed the room, his gaze fell upon Islinda, who trembled with fear, clutching the covers tightly to her chest. "By the gods..." he gasped, the gravity of the situation sinking in as he took in the aftermath of his actions.

Valerie swallowed hard, taking a tentative step forward, his words catching in his throat as he sought to explain himself. But before he could utter another word, Islinda recoiled, her expression a mixture of fear, accusation, and anger, her glare piercing through him like a blade. In that moment, Valerie realized the depth of the betrayal he had committed, and the trust he had shattered between them.

Valerie swallowed hard, his agitation evident as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I—I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t know what came over me..." he stammered, his voice tinged with regret and confusion.

Though it felt strange, Islinda found herself believing him. This behavior was completely out of character for Valerie, and she sensed the sincerity in his apology. Yet, even as she considered this, the damage had been done, and Islinda’s emotions were too raw to entertain any further explanations. "Get lost..." she spat, her voice laced with a mixture of fear, disappointment, and anger.

"Islinda, I’m so —" Valerie attempted to plead, but Islinda’s scream cut him off abruptly, her expression a tumultuous storm of emotions.

Realizing that his continued presence would only serve to worsen the situation, Valerie turned to leave without further argument. However, before disappearing from sight, he whispered, "I am so sorry, Islinda," the weight of his words heavy with remorse and regret.