Mated To The Cruel Prince
Chapter 647: Ready For The Princess

Chapter 647: Ready For The Princess

Fools. Prince Wayne mused as he watched his unfortunate company eat without a care. His princess had been taken away by that damned dark gar prince and they were all comfortable with it.

Wayne could have easily left to go search for Islinda alone, but he had no choice but to keep up with his identity as a cat and waited till they carried him to his princess. The Fae realm was no place for a demon prince like him, and he had learned his lesson the hard way by being stuck in this form for years.

A Wrry cat traveling to the Winter court all alone made for an easy target. Moreover, it would take him a lot of time compared to when he was carried around on horse form. Hence, as annoying as it was, he had to endure the stupid Faeries putting their hands on him and treating him like an animal.

But that wouldn’t be for long. He could feel it. The bond called to him. The young princess no longer slumbered and when she finally rose, together, they would bring this realm down to the ashes. They had been separated for so long and the Fae realm would suffer for what had been done to her. To him. To them. The Faeries would suffer for their crimes.

So Prince Wayne bided his time. He eagerly anticipated being in the arms of his princess, and to ensure he was ready for that moment, he needed to prepare himself. That night, as everyone else retired to their beds, the Wrry cat remained wide awake, rising from his makeshift but posh bed.

He had a valid reason for sticking around the young psychic breed. Milo, despite his untrained abilities, grasped Wayne’s needs and made efforts to accommodate them. Wayne found it effortless to deceive Milo, unlike the astute Autumn prince. The only reason Wayne had shown any semblance of amiability towards Andre at the beginning was because he intended to return him to Islinda. He had to be good to his helper, right? Also, Islinda loved it when he was well-mannered.

But Islinda was absent, and the distance was starting to wear on Wayne. This led to his foul mood, which, in turn, caused him to direct his aggression towards Prince Andre.

Prince Wayne observed them and when it was obvious that Gabbi and Milo who shared a room together in the inn was deep asleep, he made his move. The coast was clear. Wayne effortlessly leaped up towards the open window and from there, crept out of the room and came out to the outside. The only upside of being a cat was having claws and the agility which he used to climb down the walls.

It was in the dead of the night when Wayne began his hunt for food. There was still rackets coming from the tavern as Fae’s drank, cheered and danced all night, which meant there were targets waiting around for him. Wayne smirked sinisterly, that is if a cat could grin at all.

Under the moonlit sky, Prince Wayne, in his sleek cat form, prowled stealthily through the shadows, the anticipation of the hunt electrifying his senses. It had been too long since he indulged in the hunt, and tonight, he was determined to break free from the confines of his restraint.

As he slinked through the darkness, Wayne’s keen feline instincts led him to his first target—a drunken Fae relieving himself in a secluded corner. The Fae’s startled yelp echoed in the night as Wayne emerged from the shadows, a few drops of urine spattering onto his body from the fright. The drunken Fae cursed and glared at the cat for the disturbance. Unfazed, Wayne stood his ground, watching and waiting patiently, his blue eyes gleaming with predatory focus. Not that the drunk Fae noticed.

When the Fae finished his business, he strode angrily towards the cat, intent on teaching him a lesson for his perceived intrusion. Oblivious to the ominous nature of a Wrry cat appearing out of nowhere in the dead of night, the intoxicated Fae approached Wayne with aggression, squatting down to confront him.

"What do you think you’re looking at, you perverse cat?!" The Fae said with drunken bravado, taunting the cat, accusing him of lewd intentions and as well, delivering mocking blows to his head.

It was strange. Whenever most animals were being mistreated, they whimpered in pain and ran for safety. But that didn’t seem to be the case here. The cat endured the assault with stoic resolve and that seemed to encourage the drunk Fae who was determined to see him run away, defeated. What kind of strange cat was this anyway?

Ignoring Wayne’s silent stare, the drunken Fae tightened his grip around the cat’s neck, continuing his drunken tirade. "You think you’re strong, right? Tell me then, did you like what you see, little pervert? I wonder who ownes you, they must be as perverted as you." He demanded answers to his nonsensical accusations.

He finally released the cat and prince wayne shook himself free, his fur bristling with indignation

"Get away from here, you weird, Perverted cat!" He said with a dismissive shove, before arrogantly strutting off, planning to leave the animal to lick his wounds in the darkness.

However, the Fae barely walked a few steps when he found an oppressive feeling in the air and the hairs on his body suddenly stood on edge. Even while inebriated, the Fae could sense danger and he slowly turned around only for his eyes to widen at the sight before him.

The drunken Fae’s bleary eyes widened in disbelief as the small cat before him began to undergo a miraculous transformation. With each passing moment, the creature’s body contorted and elongated, limbs sprouting forth where none had been before. Awe turned to shock as the cat’s features shifted and melded, until finally, standing before him was not a mere feline, but a tall and commanding figure—a handsome Fae.

Wayne’s features were striking, his physique exuding an otherworldly allure that left the drunken Fae uncertain whether to flee in terror or kneel in reverence. With a gulp, he stood frozen, caught between the instinct to run from this unexpected sight and the temptation to succumb to the enchanting presence before him.

Prince Wayne regarded the drunken Fae with disdain, his gaze piercing through the haze of alcohol-induced confusion. As the realization of the situation dawned upon him, the drunken Fae found himself at a loss for words, unsure how to respond to the ethereal being standing before him.

Before he could say a word, Prince Wayne was the first to break the tense silence,

"I did see something and to be honest, it was not impressive at all. Now you got your answer, it’s time for me to feed and I am starving." Prince Wayne tongue jutted out and he slowly licked across his upper lip with a malicious glint in his eyes.

The drunken Fae realizing he was facing off against an apex predator tried to run, but he was slower and Wayne quickly appeared in the direction he wanted to run to.

Prince Wayne grinned evilly, "Why are you running? People might think you did something wrong. Or perhaps you are being chased by a pervert. Now that I think about it, why don’t I show you what a pervert can do? You arw going to love it."

Instead of being comforted by the assurance in his tone, the Fae felt dread instead. This was a mad Fae in front of him. However, he was stunned when Prinze Wayne clasped his face and then kissed him on the lips.

He stood frozen on the spot, trying to comprehend being kissed by him. However, the kiss was better than he thought and he moaned, mortification washing over him. However, the drunken Fae couldn’t help himself, he wanted more.

Wayne’s eyes was wide open throughout the kiss and he couldn’t help but smile against his lips when he felt his target deepen the kiss, his body rubbing against him and instinctively wanting more. But the feeling of pleasure didn’t last forever because there came the pain, without warning.

The Fae’s eyes suddenly opened as if finally realizing that he was under a charm. With a surge of panic, he pushed against Prince Wayne, desperate to break free as he felt his very essence being drained away. But Wayne was incredibly strong and in that situation, it felt like moving a boulder. This time around, it was prince Wayne’s turn to moan and close his eyes as he enjoyed the kiss. That is if the situation could be called a kiss at once.

The more Wayne kissed the Fae the more his flesh began to dessicate and by the time he was finished, the Fae was a mere husk, drained of all vitality. Prince Wayne pulled away at once with a mixture of disgust and satisfaction, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and pushing what’s left of the Fae away.

As the lifeless husk of the Fae dissolved into sand, Wayne remained rooted to the spot, his gaze fixated on the runes adorning his body as they pulsed with newfound power. A sense of exhilaration washed over him, his chest swelling with anticipation. With each surge of energy, he felt one step closer to reclaiming his former glory. The prospect of reuniting with his betrothed fueled his determination.

With renewed purpose, Prince Wayne set out in search of his remaining victims, his resolve unyielding. He would not rest until he had regained all his lost powers. His princess awaited his return, and he would be ready to meet her, empowered and unstoppable.