Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 638: Her Horny Fae

Chapter 638: Her Horny Fae

Anya’s case was resolved smoothly. Upon learning of their daughter’s crimes and subsequent demise, her parents accepted the news without resistance.

Surprisingly, it emerged that Anya’s mother had been aware of her daughter’s strange behavior and dubious dealings, yet she had refrained from sounding the alarm. In her defense, she cited Elena’s profound love for Issac, never imagining it would escalate to the point of endangering his mate. Their cooperation in the investigation facilitated a swift conclusion, and soon it seemed as though the entire ordeal had never occurred.

The next day, Anya’s body was released to her parents for burial. However, the news of her actions had already spread rapidly through their community, casting a dark shadow over her memory. Regrettably, her attempt to disrupt a bonded pair was deemed abominable, leading to harsh public judgment upon her grieving family. Those who attended the burial did so not to pay respects to Anya’s memory but to witness and ridicule the tragic outcome of her actions.

Amidst the judgmental gazes of the onlookers, Anya’s parents and, shockingly, Oma, were the only ones to perform the burial rites before the pyre. Out of respect for Anya’s dignity and the gruesome nature of her demise, her body remained shrouded in a white cloth, shielded from public view unlike their tradition. As the tall pyre was set ablaze, Anya’s remains were consigned to the flames in a somber farewell.

As the smoke climbed high, Anya’s mother burst into tears and her husband held and comforted her, unlike Oma who watched the scene emotionlessly. Oma knew Anya would not rest with their ancestors, no, she cursed her, wishing her spirit would roam around hopelessly.

The only reason Oma had come was to support Anya’s mother since everyone deserted her. The both of them had been friends even before their children were born. Anya’s sin was Anya’s sin and not her mother’s — even though she could have spoken out earlier when she suspected her daughter’s odd behavior and saved the heartbreak. Perhaps then, her daughter would have been alive. Not to mention, Oma would never have forgiven her if anything had happened to Maxi.

The death of a mate was a harrowing ordeal, a wrenching separation of twin souls fused together as one. With each passing moment, that connection grew stronger, nurtured by time and shared experiences. Thus, when one mate perished, it felt as though a part of the soul had been torn asunder, leaving behind an agonizing void. The grief was often so overwhelming that many succumbed to madness or death, unable to bear the weight of their loss. Only the resilient few managed to withstand the crushing weight of sorrow, though they were forever altered by the experience, marked by an indelible scar upon the soul.

Though Oma and her husband had not been blessed as mates, the love they shared was profound and enduring. Even now, long after his passing, she still felt the ache of his absence. Consequently, the mere thought of her young son losing his Maxi, his destined mate, whether dark Fae or not, filled her with a deep-seated dread.

Due to Oma’s insistence, Karle and Issac found themselves compelled to attend the burial. Issac believed his mother was too good for her own good and he could not comprehend how her mind worked. Anya had attacked her as well. Treated her with no respect. She should hate Anya as much as he did right now.

The incident continued to haunt Issac, festering like an open wound in his heart. While Maxi had borne the physical brunt of the attack, Issac now bore the weight of an unshakeable fear—that he might awaken one day to find Maxi once again ensnared by their enemies.

Kayla’s anguish mirrored her brother’s, her heart shattered by the betrayal of someone she had considered a sister. She had taken Anya as a sister and she betrayed her in the worst way possible. Kayla vividly recalled the moment Anya had hunted her down like prey when she attempted escaping from the confines of their home after she attacked Oma.

Remembering the event still sent chills down her spine and her sleep were plunged with nightmares these days. Anya had kidnapped her and kept her in a different room from her mother. During that time in Anya’s captivity, the mad fae would threaten killing Oma, then her, if Issac ended up choosing Maxi.

It was either Issac choose his dark Fae scum and lost his family, or he surrendered Maxi to be tried and killed as a dark Fae, then Issac ended up with her and everyone was happy. It was the most traumatizing event.

Issac and Karle did not wait around for the burial to be over and left. The incident was fresh on their mind and staying there reminded them of it.

The only consolation Issac had was that his mate was well and with him. Oma and Karle left Aldric’s castle the soonest they could. No amount of convincing that the dark Fae prince was away and wouldn’t be returning anytime soon was enough to make them stay. Oma would rather avoid trouble in the form of the dark Fae prince.

On the bright side, Issac and Maxi found themselves with ample time and privacy to enjoy each other’s company. With Aldric off to the Winter court accompanied by most of the staff, and the remaining few taking a well-deserved break to visit their families, the couple had the entire place to themselves. It was as if the mansion had transformed into a sanctuary of solitude, devoid of any intruders or disturbances. The eerie stillness enveloped the residence, casting a chill over its atmosphere akin to that of a desolate graveyard.

It was just the two of them, and Issac couldn’t deny the thrill of their clandestine encounters. They explored every nook and cranny of the castle, their passion igniting like wildfire. They made love under the open night sky, the stars bearing witness to their ardor.

In the hallway, he took her with a primal intensity, their desires unrestrained. In the closet, Maxi’s gave him a blow Job that left him breathless, while on the dining table, he spread her out and worshiped her cunt with fervent devotion with his tongue.

In the stable, Maxi rode him with an intoxicating vigor, leaving him dizzy with pleasure. And yes, perhaps they had indulged in their desires in Aldric’s study, a defiant act that sent a clear message to their absent host. Maxi was practically giving Aldric the middle finger knowing he would sense what went down there.

They also did it in the grand hall and the list went on and on. Each location became a canvas for their passion, a proof to their insatiable hunger for each other.

Even right now, Issac waited for Maxi to return so they could continue from where they stopped. Issac was not a sex maniac but the newly acknowledged bond was driving him into a frenzy. All he could think now was fucking Maxi all day. He wished Aldric never returned and he could have this bliss last for a while..

"I just received a message from Islinda!" Maxi stormed into the room, holding up an envelope only to stop short when she saw Issac was naked and waited expectantly for her on the bed, his arousal already at attention.

She recovered and said, "Put your clothes on, Issac, we leave immediately."

"What?!" Issac felt his soul left his body.

"The contents of the letter are troubling and Aldric has Islinda under house arrest. I don’t know what the hell is going on but I move when a sister is calling. "

Issac cried out, "Didn’t the same prince Aldric forbid us from joining him in the winter court?" He was more interested in getting pleasured than risking his life provoking Aldric.

"And when have we ever listened?" Maxi smirked at him knowingly. "Get off that bed and let’s make a move, my horny Fae."