Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 695: Tide Of The Battle

The shock and confusion on the faces of the guards were palpable. Their eyes widened, and their mouths hung open in disbelief. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to make of the two Elenas standing before them.

Some guards pointed back and forth between the two females, their fingers trembling. One guard managed to stutter, "W-which one...?" before trailing off, unable to complete his question.

"Oh Fuck." Maxi cursed, realizing that her plan to get off easily was doomed the moment the real Elena appeared. The bitch was really bad luck.

The real Elena in question was utterly speechless, a look of disbelief crossing her expression as she stared at her mirror self. However, as soon as the shock wore off, it was replaced by anger, as she realized what was going on this moment. Someone was wearing her face.

"Arrest her!" Elena commanded. Except there was a little confusion as Maxi had spoken the same words at the exact time.

A low murmur of disbelief spread through the group as they struggled to process the situation. One guard whispered to another, "Is this some kind of trick?"

"You!" Elena raged. "Stop copying me!" She and Maxi unfortunately said in unison.

It wasn’t that Maxi was psychic and could tell what Elena was thinking, but the Fae was pretty arrogant and her character was easy to figure out.

Elena felt a headache brewing in her head out of frustration. It was so easy to see through the glamor the Fae wore, so why were these fools so incompetent in doing their jobs.

She turned to the lead guard and yelled, "She’s wearing a glamor for Fae fucking sake!"

At once, the lead guard roused from Maxi’s control, his eyes fierce and full of anger. Without hesitation, he turned and blasted Maxi with a surge of ice magic, the force knocking her to the ground. The unexpected attack sent her sprawling, and she hit the floor with a heavy thud.

When Maxi rose to her feet, she took off her glamor, knowing it was now useless. Gasps filled the room as her true identity was revealed. The guards, especially those originally from Aldric’s castle, recognized her immediately and were dumbfounded. "Lady Maxi?" one of them whispered, disbelief coloring his voice.

Elena’s eyes widened in shock as she realized who Maxi was. She was one of Islinda’s friends, a key player she had somehow missed while spying on Islinda making her plans through her monitoring mirror.

How had she overlooked this one? The realization hit Elena like a bolt of lightning: Maxi had come to help Islinda.

Seizing the moment, Elena yelled, "Arrest her at once! She’s with Islinda and has come to harm your high lord!"

It wasn’t hard for the guards to be convinced that Maxi had betrayed Aldric since she was already caught in a pretty suspicious circumstance.

Elena’s command snapped them into action, especially the lead guard with his expression hardening as he stepped forward to restrain Maxi.

The others followed suit, drawing their weapons and magic, advancing cautiously, their earlier confusion now replaced with grim determination to catch the threat. Just like Kalamazoo, lady Elena turned against lord Aldric, they all assumed.

Maxi, surrounded and outnumbered, glanced around the room, her heart racing not with fear, but with excitement. She thrived in tough situations, loving the adrenaline rush and the challenge it presented. Where others might see an impossible scenario, Maxi saw an opportunity to push her limits. She was crazy like that, finding excitement in the face of danger.

As the lead guard lunged at her, a great gust of wind knocked him away.

It was Issac and he had appeared to help his mate, his presence a promise of protection and strength. No one dared lay a hand on Maxi while he was around. The room erupted into chaos as the fight began.

"That move was really romantic," Maxi flirted with Issac in the midst of the danger, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Issac, momentarily dumbfounded by her audacity, shook his head with a faint smile. He was used to his mate’s eccentricity and answered calmly, "I’ll try to hold them back and make a way for you to get to Islinda. That witch is definitely going after her."

"Sure, darling," Maxi responded, still managing to flirt despite the imminent threat.

The fight began in earnest. Issac fought with the ferocity of a protective mate, his eyes never straying far from her. For Maxi, her excitement only grew as she fought, her heart pounding with exhilaration. She thrived in this tough environment, her every move calculated and deliberate. With Issac by her side, she felt invincible.

However, even with their combined efforts they were unable to turn the tide of the battle. It was two against what now seemed like hundreds of them in Aldric’s living quarters. It was even a wonder he hadn’t woken up yet.

The air crackled with energy as magic and physical attacks were exchanged. Maxi and Issac began to get overwhelmed, the guards pressing in from all sides. Just when it seemed they were about to be defeated, a cyclone began to form in the room, whirling and taking everyone along with it, destroying things in its path.

Issac used his ability to counter the force, steering Maxi to safety. When the cyclone finally died down, the two of them looked in surprise to see the mass of guards on the floor, groaning in pain. They exchanged bewildered glances, knowing that the source of this power was not from any of them. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Prince Andre?" Issac was stunned as he recognized the figure standing in the doorway. Prince Andre looked haggard and disheveled, as if he had fought death itself wherever he had come from. His eyes blazing with determination and desperation. The autuum prince turned the tide of the battle for them.

"We don’t have time for this!" he yelled at Maxi, his voice cutting through the chaos as new guards began to approach, attracted by the commotion. "Go to Islinda at once! We’ll handle things here!"

Maxi didn’t hesitate. With a final, flirtatious smile at Issac, she darted towards the exit, her resolve unwavering.