Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 651: Fear Me — 1

"High Lord Benjamin has grown soft," the dark Fae continued, oblivious to the storm brewing in Azula’s mind. "He’s completely consumed by his mate, forgetting our true purpose."

Taking advantage of Azula’s momentary silence, he ran his hand down her arm, tracing suggestive patterns across her skin in an attempt to regain her attention. Despite her cold stare, he persisted, undeterred by her obvious disdain.

"His mate is nothing but a distraction, and we have decided that Benjamin is no longer fit to rule us," the dark Fae continued, his voice a low murmur as he attempted to coerce Azula. "I know what Benjamin did to you was wrong, and I’m sure you hunger for revenge."

Lowering his voice, he attempted to coerce her further. "I’ve been gathering my forces in secret, and we will strike Benjamin when he least expects it. However, I’ve made a promise to my supporters. They’ll only make me the next high lord if I deliver to them the Supreme heir. Unlike Benjamin, I won’t imprison you in solitude or keep you hostage. All I need from you is just one heir, and you’ll be free to go," he offered, his tone dripping with manipulation.

By the gods, Islinda was utterly dumbfounded at the dark Fae’s suggestion. Anger blazed inside her, and she wasn’t sure she could endure witnessing any more of this. Unfortunately, there was no off button, nor could she will herself to be ejected from the dream. She was compelled to stay until the end.

Finally, Azula opened her mouth to speak, and the dark Fae waited in anticipation, confident that the Succubus demon would accept his proposal. freewēbnoveℓ.com

"Go to hell," Azula spat out.

The dark Fae’s features contorted with barely restrained anger as he responded, "I am offering you a rare opportunity, demon. You’re not in a position to reject me."

Azula met his gaze with unflinching resolve. "I don’t repeat myself, but for your sake, I’ll make an exception," she replied icily. "I can’t wait to receive your damned soul in hell."

An animalistic growl tore from the dark Fae’s throat, his fury boiling over. "They say that a demon cannot be impregnated against their will, and in this case, only you, Azula, could decide whether to conceive during the mating process," he taunted. "Well, why don’t we put that to the test? I wonder how long it would take for you to break. Weeks? Months? Regrettably, I don’t have years to spare. Perhaps I could keep you locked away and make you my exclusive whore. That would be better than leaving you locked up all alone, wouldn’t it?"

"Go Fuck yourself!" Azula retorted.

The dark Fae threw his head back and let out a booming laugh, finding the situation immensely amusing. "Perhaps I’ve been worrying for nothing," he declared with a sneer. "Once you get used to the size and taste of my dick, you’ll be begging for more and give me the heir I need!"

With a sudden snap, he gripped Azula’s hair tightly, yanking it back so her head was forced to tilt, causing her scalp to ache from the painful grip.

As he savored the sight of Azula’s helpless yet defiant expression, he reminded her, "And remember what I said earlier—I don’t like my women to be willing when I take them," he added with a fiendish smile.

With a sudden and unexpected move, Azula headbutted the dark Fae, catching him off guard. He stumbled back from the force of the blow, pain erupting through the injured area. Feeling a cold, wet substance trail down his face, he instinctively lifted his hand to his nose, only to find it smeared with blood.

"You bitch!" the dark Fae cursed with seething rage, his expression contorted in fury.

"Azula!" Islinda called out her name, her voice laced with alarm and concern for her safety. But before she could react further, the dark Fae lashed out, striking Azula across the face with a blow that sent blinding pain coursing through her.

Islinda gasped in agony, feeling the pain reverberate through her own body as if she herself had been struck. The initial blow to Azula was just the beginning of her torment, for the next punch to the gut stole the breath from Islinda’s lungs, leaving her gasping for air.

Helpless to intervene, Islinda could only watch in horror as the dark Fae mercilessly beat Azula to a pulp, each blow sending shockwaves of pain through her own body.

The onslaught seemed endless, and when the dark Fae finally paused to give Azula a moment of respite, Islinda felt as though she were on the brink of death. Every inch of her body throbbed with agony, as if every bone had been shattered and internal bleeding ravaged her from within.

As Islinda had feared, Azula lay in a worse state than ever, her body bloodied from head to toe. If the dark Fae had intended to kill her, he had come dangerously close to succeeding. Azula slumped against the chains, her neck hanging limply, unmoving.

With a cruel twist of his finger beneath her cheek, the dark Fae lifted Azula’s head, her eyes fluttering open weakly as blood dripped from the open wound on her head, threatening to obscure her vision. He tilted her head from side to side, tutting and shaking his head in mock pity.

"Poor thing," he murmured, his tone dripping with false sympathy. "If only you had given in to my demands and submitted, then you wouldn’t be in this condition."

Azula looked at the dark Fae and began to laugh, her laughter ringing out in the grim prison. The dark Fae watched her with growing confusion, unsettled by her defiance and resilience.

"What’s so funny?" he demanded, his irritation evident in his voice. He did not like the fact that Azula remained unbroken, still possessing the fire that burned within her.

Azula’s laughter subsided, replaced by a smirk as she met his gaze. "You don’t know how much I want to thank you for helping me," she said cryptically, her words dripping with irony.

"What?" His confusion deepened, his patience wearing thin.

"Don’t worry," Azula replied, her tone laced with confidence that seemed to unsettle him further. "I’ll have the answers to your questions as soon as these chains are off my hands."

"What are you raving about?" he demanded, still trying to make sense of Azula’s cryptic words when she suddenly pulled on the chain. It rattled against the wall but didn’t budge.

He scoffed, "Seriously, did you think—"

The sound of the chain being pulled from the wall cut off the rest of the dark Fae’s words, his eyes widening with fear for the first time.