Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 833: Talk To Azula

Islinda’s scream tore through the silence of the chamber, raw and guttural, as though it could pierce through the walls of reality itself. Her voice grew rough and strained as the nightmare unfolded in front of her disbelieving eyes. She looked down, horrified, as her swollen belly began to ripple violently. Panic seized her, and she tried to claw at the sheets, but the pain immobilized her.

Then it happened. A grotesque tearing sound filled the room, and Islinda watched in horror as her stomach burst open, the child forcing its way out. Her insides seemed to unravel, and the agony was beyond anything she had ever imagined. Blood and fluids poured out as the creature—a red, slippery thing—slipped from her torn body and fell to the side, emitting a shrill, ear-piercing cry. The baby’s skin glistened wetly, still tethered to Islinda by the umbilical cord.

Islinda’s screams echoed in the room, the walls amplifying her terror. Her wide eyes fixed on the open cavity of her belly, disbelief and pain etched across her face. The nightmare seemed unending, and her mind spiraled into a whirlwind of fear and agony.

The door burst open, and people rushed inside. She could barely recognize them through the haze of her terror, but she caught sight of Aldric’s face among them, followed closely by Ailee, Ginger, and several other unfamiliar figures who had undoubtedly been drawn by her screams.

The room fell deathly silent as the group took in the gruesome scene. Blood splattered everywhere, the baby lay squirming on the sheets, still connected to Islinda. The sight was shocking —a newborn that had clawed its way into the world through its mother’s body.

"What in the Fae..." Ailee gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at the horrifying scene.

But Aldric moved forward with a determined stride, his face unreadable but his actions decisive. He stepped up to the bed and picked up the crying infant. The room filled with shocked gasps as he lifted the child, revealing a small tail protruding from its back.

"Abomination!" a voice shouted from the back.

"This union is cursed!" another cried, and soon, the outcry spread through the room like wildfire.

"The wrath of the gods is upon us!"

"This child will bring doom! It must be destroyed!"

The shouts and accusations grew louder, blending into a cacophony of fear and hatred. Islinda trembled, her body going into shock. She felt her sanity slipping away as hysteria gripped her. The faces around her blurred, but Aldric’s remained clear as he turned to her, the strange child in his arms.

Her eyes met the baby’s, and a cold wave of dread swept over her. The infant’s eyes opened slowly, revealing slitted pupils like those of a reptile. The child stared directly at her, its lips curling into an unsettling smirk.

"Azula," Islinda whispered, her voice breaking. She knew, deep in her bones, what this child represented.

And then she screamed again, her voice shattering the air.

"Islinda! Islinda, wake up!"

A voice broke through the terror. Islinda jolted awake, her eyes snapping open to find Aldric leaning over her, his face etched with concern.

She was drenched in sweat, her heart racing like a drum in her chest. It took her a moment to process where she was. She looked down at her stomach, still flat and untouched. Relief washed over her, and she realized it had all been a nightmare.

"What’s going on?" Aldric asked, cupping her face gently in his hands. "Did you have a bad dream?"

Islinda nodded, her throat still knotted with emotion. The dream had felt so real that she could still feel the phantom pain, the ripping of flesh, and the terror clawing at her mind.

"It’s only a bad dream," Aldric said softly, trying to soothe her. "Don’t worry about it. Remember what the physician said, you need to avoid stress right now."

"What?" Islinda croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. Then, the reality hit her again like a tidal wave. She was indeed pregnant, and the child inside her was real.

"No!" Islinda screamed, pushing Aldric off the bed in a frantic burst of energy.

She scrambled to get up, her movements erratic as if she were trying to escape a predator. Aldric quickly recovered, catching her before she could dart out of the room. He held her tightly, his strength a cage that she desperately tried to break free from.

"Islinda, what is going on with you?" Aldric asked, his voice laced with frustration and concern. His grip on her tightened as he tried to keep her from harming herself.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked at him, her eyes wild with fear. "We have to call the physician. We have to... we have to get rid of this baby."

The moment those words left her lips, Aldric’s face darkened. His eyes, usually warm when looking at her, turned cold and stormy.

"What did you just say?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"We can’t have this baby!" Islinda cried, her voice rising to a hysterical pitch. "Azula... Azula will possess the child. I can’t—I won’t let this happen. We have to end it now!"

Aldric’s grip tightened, but he refused to let her go. Islinda tried to pull away again, her mind unraveling, panic driving her every move. She was on the brink of losing her sanity, her fear and despair blending into a chaotic storm within her.

"Islinda, stop," Aldric said, his voice commanding but mixed with a hint of desperation. She continued to thrash against him, screaming and sobbing until he had no choice.

He pulled her close, locking her in his arms. "Look at me, Islinda. Look at me."

Her tear-filled eyes finally met his. The power in his voice cut through the haze of her panic. Then, his gaze became intense, and he spoke a single word, his power pouring into it. "Sleep."

Islinda’s eyes fluttered shut instantly, her body going limp in his arms. Aldric caught her, his expression softening as he gently laid her back on the bed.

He tucked her in carefully, his hand lingering on her cheek as he brushed her hair away from her face. For a long moment, he simply watched her sleep, his mind heavy with worry. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Though her words had seemed like the ravings of a woman driven mad by fear, Aldric knew better than to dismiss them. He trusted his mate’s instincts. Islinda believed Azula posed a real threat, and he could feel it in his bones that there was some truth to it.

He needed answers.

He needed to talk to Azula.