Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 847: Demon called Aldric

Aldric watched as recognition dawned on Queen Maeve’s face, the horrifying realization that he knew the truth, the secret she had kept buried for so long.

For a moment, the room was deathly still, as if time itself paused to mark the weight of her fear.

Then Aldric’s malevolent grin spread wider, a twisted expression that made him look not like a mere Fae prince, but something far darker, a vengeful angel, ready to deliver judgment.

His smile was chilling.

Where others would have been consumed by rage, their faces twisted in fury, Aldric smiled through it all. He smiled through pain, through anger, through hatred.

Through the betrayal.

And now, he smiled in a way that made Maeve’s blood run cold. His expression was one of pure, unfiltered madness, the kind that told her he was beyond reason. She had known Aldric for centuries, but this—this terrifying creature before her—was something else entirely.

For the first time in what felt like eons, Queen Maeve felt a real, deep fear. It clawed at her insides, tightening around her heart.

She tried to speak, her voice trembling as she attempted to placate him. "Aldric, it’s not what you’re thinking. I can explain—"

But Aldric wasn’t in the mood to listen. With a casual flick of his hand, his shadows surged forward like a tidal wave, slamming into Maeve with brutal force. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

She was hurled backward, her body crashing into the stone wall behind her. Pain exploded through her skull as she struck the hard surface, her vision swimming with stars.

She barely had time to recover before Aldric was upon her, closing the distance with terrifying speed. His voice was low and dangerous, rumbling with fury. "Explain?" he snarled, his tone venomous. "Explain, my mother’s death?"

The words hit Maeve like a physical blow. She knew now there would be no reasoning with him, no placating his rage. Aldric’s anger was raw, unchecked, and utterly justified. He had discovered her part in his mother’s demise, and nothing she said would soothe that wound.

Panic seized her. She had to fight. If she didn’t, he would kill her—she was sure of it.

As Aldric approached, Maeve scrambled away, her hands slipping on the cold stone floor. Her heart pounded in her chest as she pushed herself up, summoning every ounce of her power. With a cry of desperation, she hurled a stream of fire toward him, the flames roaring to life, consuming the air around them in searing heat.

It was a fierce, desperate attack, and Maeve put everything she had into it. She grunted with the effort, her muscles straining as she poured more and more magic into the flames. The air crackled with energy, the heat intense enough to scorch the stone floor beneath her feet.

But Aldric was unfazed. His shadows wrapped around him, forming a protective barrier, deflecting the flames with ease.

He advanced through the blaze, his body moving slowly, methodically, as if her attacks were little more than a minor inconvenience. With every step he took, the distance between them closed, and Maeve could feel herself weakening, her energy draining.

She was losing.

The realization hit her like ice, freezing her heart. She wouldn’t be able to hold him off for much longer.

"Help me! Please, someone help me!" Maeve screamed, her voice cracking with desperation as she struggled to maintain her fiery assault. But there was no one to help her, no allies in this moment of terror.

Aldric’s face twisted into something even more horrifying as he walked through the flames, his eyes burning with a demonic intensity.

"Help —" She was about to say only for his hand to shot out, cutting through the fire, and clamped around her throat with brutal force.

Maeve’s magic flickered and died as her concentration shattered. Her flames sputtered out, leaving her at Aldric’s mercy. She gasped, her hands clawing at his iron grip, trying to pry his fingers from her neck, but it was no use. His strength was overwhelming.

Aldric’s eyes were pitch black now, no trace of the familiar Fae prince left within them. His pupils and irises blended together, leaving only darkness. He looked like a demon, a monster who had clawed its way out of the deepest, darkest pit to exact revenge on those who had wronged him.

Queen Maeve’s feet kicked helplessly as Aldric lifted her off the ground, holding her by the throat as if she weighed nothing. She choked, her vision blurring as black spots danced at the edges of her sight.

Aldric held her there, savoring her helplessness. Maeve, the Queen who had always controlled everyone around her, was now at his mercy. And he had none.

For the first time in centuries, Queen Maeve felt true terror.

Her face was flushed red from the lack of air, her hands now growing weaker as the world darkened around her. Just as she was about to slip into unconsciousness, a sudden blast of fire struck Aldric from the side, forcing him to release his grip. Maeve collapsed to the floor, gasping for air, her hands instinctively rubbing her bruised throat.

Aldric turned, his eyes narrowing in on Ramirez, who stood panting, his hands glowing with the remnants of the fire he had just hurled.

Ramirez knew this was his only chance to save Maeve, but the look Aldric gave him, the dark, menacing glare, made him realize how outmatched he truly was.

He knew what was coming next.

Ramirez didn’t waste any time. He hurled another ball of fire at Aldric, then another, and another, hoping to overwhelm him.

But Aldric was fast, unnaturally fast. He dodged the attacks with graceful, inhuman speed, his shadows swirling around him as if alive, deflecting the few flames that got too close. Ramirez’s heart raced as he realized Aldric wasn’t just playing with him—he was toying with him, enjoying the chase.

And then, in a blur, Aldric was upon him. Ramirez barely had time to react before Aldric’s hand plunged into his chest, his fingers wrapping around his heart.

Ramirez let out a gurgled gasp, his eyes wide with shock and agony as Aldric ripped his heart from his chest. Blood splattered the ground as Ramirez collapsed in a lifeless heap.

"No!!!" Maeve’s scream pierced the air, a banshee-like wail that echoed off the walls. For the first time in centuries, Maeve felt the raw, searing pain of loss.

Aldric stood over Ramirez’s body, blood dripping from his hands, his smile widening. He had delivered his judgment. And it was only the beginning.