Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 883: Monsters And Chaos

A thick crowd had gathered around the arena, the air filled with murmurs of uncertainty and anxiety. Everyone wanted to know the fate of the dark Fae prince, Aldric. The tension was palpable, but the guards kept the crowd at bay, allowing only members of the royal family near.

Prince Theodore knelt beside his brother, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to channel more healing magic. His hands glowed a brilliant green, but there was no change.

"He’s not responding!" Theodore’s voice wavered, a rare fear darkening his eyes. The burn wounds on Aldric’s body had healed, but the prince showed no signs of waking.

King Oberon stood nearby, his face pale with despair as realization dawned. His son, Aldric, wasn’t just unconscious—he was gone.

King Oberon swayed slightly, as if his legs were about to give out under the weight of the truth. His son, the warrior who had faced so many battles, had finally fallen. His grief was strong, and the crowd sensed it, their whispers growing louder, more uncertain.

"No!" A piercing scream broke through the unease. Islinda, who had been held back by the guards, yanked free from their grasp. Her feet barely touched the ground as she sprinted toward Aldric, desperation driving her every step.

She fell to her knees beside him, her hands shaking as she stared at his still face. Without warning, she punched him.

"Get up, you idiot!"

Her voice cracked as she hit him again, this time a slap that echoed across the silent arena.

Everyone watching the scene was dumbfounded. But in the next seconds, they began to pity her. She just lost her mate after all.

"You promised me you’re not going anywhere!" Tears streamed down her face, mixing with her fury.

She slapped him harder. "How dare you think you’ll get me pregnant and leave me to raise this child alone! Get the fuck up!"

Her hands trembled as she struck him again. Her voice grew hoarse, filled with both anguish and rage. "I told you I wouldn’t let you have peace if you left me behind."

Suddenly, something in Islinda snapped. The fury in her voice twisted into something darker. Her eyes turned pitch black, void of emotion, and her voice became an otherworldly command that chilled everyone present. "Get. Up!"

A pulse of dark energy surged from her hand as she slammed it down on Aldric’s chest. The air around them crackled with energy as the once-dull runes etched across Aldric’s body suddenly flared to life. They glowed with a dark, sinister light, responding to Islinda’s raw power.

A gasp echoed from Aldric’s lips as his chest rose sharply, his body jerking back to life as if dragged from the brink of death. The arena fell utterly silent, every eye fixed on the dark Fae prince.

Theodore stared, wide-eyed, as his brother, who moments ago had seemed lost, was now breathing again. Aldric’s eyes fluttered open, filled with confusion and shock.

Islinda didn’t hesitate. She threw herself onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a fierce hug, the darkness in her eyes fading as quickly as it had come.

Tears of relief poured from her as she whispered over and over, "Thank God you’re here. Thank God you’re here."

Aldric, still dazed, instinctively wrapped his arms around her in return. He had no idea what had just happened. All he knew was that the battle had ended, and he was exhausted. He wanted to rest but someone wouldn’t let him be. He had felt a strange pull, as if his soul had been yanked back from the abyss with such violent force he suffered a whiplash in the spirit realm.

The crowd remained stunned, breaths held as they witnessed the impossible. Islinda had brought Aldric back. A ripple of disbelief passed through them, but no one dared to speak. As if scared of running the moment.

King Oberon released a shaky breath. His son was alive. The fear, the despair, that had threatened to consume him ebbed away as he watched Aldric hold Islinda close. His son had returned from death itself.

Whatever had just occurred, it was nothing short of a miracle, born from the unbreakable bond between mates.

However, if anyone was devastated by the news of Aldric’s survival, it was Queen Maeve. Her heart sank the moment she realized Aldric was still alive.

To make matters worse, her own son, Valerie, remained unconscious. Panic surged through her as the horrifying thought crossed her mind. By chance, had the drug harmed him?

She wasted no time, her voice sharp and commanding. "Theodore! Now!"

Theodore, having stabilized Aldric, hurried to Valerie’s side. He placed his hands over Valerie, sending waves of healing magic through him. Unlike Aldric, who had scared everyone with his near-death experience, Valerie stirred with a low groan, his eyes slowly fluttering open.

"Oh, Valerie!" Queen Maeve cried, gathering him into her arms. "Thank the gods you’re here."

Valerie was dazed, his head spinning from the intense battle. But something felt off. He tried to summon his magic, but there was nothing. A strange emptiness gnawed at him, unfamiliar and unsettling. However, he couldn’t focus on it with his mother hovering, her voice filled with relief.

Across the arena, Islinda heard Queen Maeve’s gushing voice, and anger flared within her. But she forced herself to remain calm—this wasn’t the time for rage. Yet, almost immediately, a chill swept over her, raising the hairs on her arms. She shivered, her instincts screaming at her.

"Do you feel that?" she asked, her voice tense.

"Feel what?" Aldric replied, rising to his feet, his brows furrowed in concern.

Islinda couldn’t respond immediately. Her mind seemed to drift away, as though her consciousness had left the present moment. When she snapped back to reality, terror gripped her heart.

"Run! Run, everyone!" she screamed, her voice frantic.

But none of them ran. If anything, they looked at Islinda puzzled, as if she had lost her mind.

Then it happened.

A wave of agonizing screams tore through the air, and in an instant, a section of the arena wall exploded inward. Dust and rubble filled the space, and from the debris emerged grotesque monsters, their bodies twisted and horrifying.

The arena erupted into chaos.