Mated To The Cruel Prince-Chapter 880: Finish Aldric Once And For All

The cheers in the arena grew to a fever pitch as the barrier sealed the fighting grounds in the shape of a dome. Unlike before, the strength of the barrier had been increased, ensuring that no one could intervene until one of the princes had fallen.

The crowd’s energy was palpable, vibrating through the stands as the start of the battle approached. The deafening sound of a blaring horn echoed across the arena, signaling the beginning of the fight.

Instantly, Valerie unsheathed twin sleek sabers from his sides with a dramatic flourish, drawing wild cheers from his supporters. The blades gleamed in the arena’s light, lethal and sharp, ready to taste blood.

On the opposite side, Aldric kept his double-edged paragon sword close to his body, his stance calm but deadly, his eyes locked on Valerie. Both their weapons were forged in silver, shimmered in silver, crafted specifically for killing in this high-stakes duel.

The two princes began circling each other, their eyes locked, every muscle tensed as they assessed one another, looking for the first opportunity to strike. Their rivalry was deeply personal, and neither of them was willing to be the first to break concentration.

Aldric’s voice cut through the tension, his words laced with dark humor. "For someone who’s about to die, you look quite enthusiastic."

Valerie chuckled, his smile arrogant. "Or perhaps I have another reason to laugh."

"Oh?" Aldric’s brow raised slightly. "Do enlighten me, little brother."

Even as they circled each other like predators, their banter continued, testing each other’s patience and resolve. The crowd was quiet, watching and waiting for the first strike.

Valerie’s smirk widened, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "It’s Islinda," he said, deliberately turning his head towards where she sat. His gaze lingered on her, making a show of it. "Didn’t she tell you?" freeweɓnovel.cøm

Aldric’s stance grew rigid, his body tensing like a bowstring. His voice came out as a low growl. "Tell me what?"

Outside the barrier, Islinda felt her heart sink. From her vantage point, she saw Valerie’s mocking glance toward her. Her stomach twisted in knots.

The bond between her and Aldric was muted by the barrier, cutting off their telepathic link. She couldn’t warn him, couldn’t explain. But judging by Aldric’s tensed form and the darkening look in his eyes, she knew Valerie had just said enough to make Aldric snap. And the realization filled her with dread.

Valerie’s lips curled into a slow, taunting grin. "We shared one passionate kiss. Didn’t she mention it? Or, do you two not communicate?" His words dripped with venom, each syllable calculated to provoke.

Aldric’s mind blanked with rage. He knew Valerie was trying to get under his skin, but it didn’t matter—it worked. His vision clouded red. Valerie had touched his mate? It was unacceptable. Mates were fiercely territorial, and Valerie had crossed a line that Aldric would never forgive.

"Oh no, Aldric!" Islinda cried out, though her voice could not reach him. She could see the exact moment Valerie had won the psychological battle, tricking Aldric into losing control of his emotions.

With a roar, Aldric lunged at Valerie, his speed and strength terrifying. Valerie, however, remained calm, his body tensing as he prepared for the attack.

Their swords clashed in a violent burst of fire and ice, magic colliding in a chaotic, beautiful display. For a moment, they seemed evenly matched, but seconds later, Aldric was thrown backward by the sheer force of Valerie’s fire-laden strikes. He crashed onto the ground, the breath knocked out of him.

Aldric grimaced, pain lancing through his side as he glanced down. Blood seeped through a fresh wound on his torso. Across the arena, Valerie stood tall, barely winded, a mere cut on his arm as evidence of their clash. His smirk returned, smug and mocking.

He frowned, the realization sinking in that Valerie’s power had grown. Tremendously. Something had changed, and whatever it was, it made Valerie far stronger than before. His fire magic nearly untamable.

Valerie smirked as if reading Aldric’s thoughts. His expression turned cold, and without warning, he launched himself into the air, his twin sabers glowing with searing heat. Flames engulfed the blades, turning them into fiery weapons of destruction.

Aldric’s eyes widened in shock. He rolled out of the way just as Valerie’s flaming swords slammed into the ground, leaving a charred crater where he’d been moments ago. The heat was suffocating, scorching the earth and making it hard to breathe.

Taking advantage of the opening, Aldric attempted to strike, his sword now glowing with the cold power of winter. But Valerie was faster, dodging each strike with ease. He retaliated with a barrage of fiery slashes, forcing Aldric to retreat. The heat from Valerie’s magic shattered every wall of ice Aldric conjured, melting his defenses in seconds.

Blades met again and again, but it was clear that Valerie was gaining the upper hand. His strikes came faster, more precise, and each blow weakened Aldric’s defenses.

Valerie launched a powerful strike that hit Aldric square in the chest, sending him flying. Aldric crashed into the barrier wall with a sickening thud, the impact knocking the wind out of him. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood.

The arena erupted in cheers, the Faeries roaring for Valerie. The Winter Court’s prince was down.

Valerie beat his chest with savage pride and let out a thunderous roar, the sound reverberating across the arena. The Faeries responded with wild cheers, their excitement filling the air as they watched their prince dominate the fight.

In the royal box, Queen Maeve rose to her feet, clapping with fierce approval, her eyes gleaming with pride. Her lips curled into a triumphant smile.

It was time.

Time for Valerie to end this fight, to finish that bastard Aldric once and for all. Her son’s victory was near.

King Oberon, on the other hand, looked torn and forlorn. He had already lost Nova, and now he was on the verge of losing Aldric. Despite all his power, he felt helpless, unable to save the people he cared about most.