Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 650: The Forgotten Demon

"Why the long face?" Azula’s chuckle dripped with sardonic amusement. "Isn’t that what you are? A dog? An obedient animal that follows his master and eagerly awaits the scraps from his table." Her laughter grew louder, fueled by her bitterness.

The dark Fae’s expression twisted with rage, his fury boiling over as he stormed towards Azula, closing the distance between them in swift strides. With a swift motion, he decked her hard across the face, the impact echoing through the prison cell.

Azula tasted blood in her mouth instantly, but it only fueled her defiance as she lifted her gaze to the dark Fae. With a maniacal cackle, she threw her head back, her frail frame shaking with the intensity of her laughter, as if on the brink of madness. When the laughter finally subsided, Azula turned to the dark Fae, her eyes alight with a wild gleam.

In an unexpected move, Azula spat on his face, a twisted grin spreading across her features. As if she found the sight of her own blood on his face utterly amusing, another bout of laughter erupted from her lips, echoing through the tense atmosphere like a discordant melody.

The dark Fae froze in disbelief, his expression contorted with shock at Azula’s audacity to spit in his face.

With a sharp intake of breath, he wiped away the offending saliva, only to find his hand smeared with Azula’s blood.

Islinda couldn’t recall ever witnessing such unbridled rage on a dark Fae’s countenance, and an instinctual sense of impending danger permeated the air. Unconsciously, she took a step back, a feeling of foreboding settling over her.

What in the world had Azula been thinking? Now she has made the dark Fae mad and Islinda knows how volatile a furious dark Fae can be.

An angry snarl emanated from the dark Fae’s throat as he swiftly seized Azula by the chin, his grip firm with the intent to inflict pain. Twisted satisfaction danced across the Fae’s features as he squeezed Azula’s face, his fingers digging into her flesh. Islinda couldn’t help but admire Azula’s remarkable resilience in the face of such torment.

As Azula failed to elicit the desired response, the dark Fae’s fingers digging into her skin elongated into claws, drawing blood and causing tears to well in her eyes.

"Yes, that’s it," he sneered, reveling in her anguish. "You should be begging me, not acting out like the little bitch you are." With a cruel laugh, he released her, only to deliver a vicious strike across her face, sending her head whipping to the side from the impact.

Islinda felt a surge of pain and anger course through her, but she was powerless to intervene as she watched the brutality unfold before her helpless gaze. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Benjamin’s psychopathic second in command was obviously not done with Azula. He tugged her upward when she sagged against the chain, fisting his hand in her hair till her scalp prickled with the pain and had her staring straight into his eyes.

He said to her, "I told Benjamin to hand you over to me, that I could break you and give him the heir he wanted. But of course, the bastard couldn’t stand the thought of me fathering the weapons he would use to conquer the Fae realm. He wanted the glory to himself. What a selfish bastard he is. " He cursed and chuckled to himself at the same time.

Azula did nothing but glare at him with defiance as he continued telling his story. "So he locked you in here believing that some time alone would give you a fresh perspective. The solitude would wither your mind enough to accept his proposal

when he finally visits. But fate sure is a funny bastard."

His laughter rang out, genuine and chilling, as if he found the unfolding events highly amusing. This piqued Azula’s curiosity further. Throughout her solitary confinement, she had often pondered Benjamin’s motives—was her extended captivity part of his grand scheme to coerce her into submission, or was there a deeper, darker purpose she had yet to uncover?

Leaning in close, the dark Fae whispered into her ear, his voice dripping with malice. "Aren’t you curious to know why he left you alone all this time? Or are you foolish enough to believe that your prolonged captivity was still part of his plan?"

Islinda’s breath caught in anticipation, sensing Azula’s tension alongside her own. Despite her inner turmoil, Azula maintained her stoic facade, refusing to show any sign of desperation for the truth. The dark Fae, impressed by her unwavering resolve, chuckled in amusement.

With a calculated move, he loosened his grip on Azula’s hair just enough to lull her into a false sense of security. "Fine, I’ll tell you anyway," he said with a devilish smirk.

The sudden shift in his demeanor did not escape Azula’s notice, her brows furrowing in suspicion. However, the dark Fae paid her skepticism no mind as he leaned in, his voice a sinister whisper. "What do you think happened?" he taunted, his words dripping with malice.

The dark Fae’s hand softened as he began to stroke Azula’s hair gently, a stark contrast to the bruising grip he had maintained moments before. Azula shivered, not from pleasure, but from a growing sense of apprehension. Whatever she was about to hear, she knew instinctively that it would not be to her liking.

"Benjamin stopped visiting you because he found his fated mate," the dark Fae finally revealed, his words hanging heavily in the air. Azula stiffened, her heart sinking at the revelation.

He found her mate.

She was left here forgotten because Benjamin found his mate.

The words echoed in her mind, playing repeatedly as in a loop. Azula could feel her ears ringing, as if struck by a physical blow, but it was the weight of the revelation that left her reeling. To think she had been left here to rot away while Benjamin enjoyed the company of his fated mate ignited a firestorm of anger within her, causing her to vibrate with its intensity

The dark Fae observed Azula closely, relishing the myriad of emotions that flickered across her face in rapid succession. Adding salt to her wounds, he remarked, "Our high lord forgot about you because he found something more important, more precious." Each word was laced with a cruel emphasis.

Azula’s hands trembled with fury, her nails digging into her skin until they drew blood. Slowly, she lifted her head, her eyes bloodshot with rage.

It became clear to Azula at that moment what she must do.