Mated To The Demon Prince-Chapter 88: Blush

Could this really be love at first sight?

She shyly turned to steal a glance from him and froze when he was also staring back at her with a smile of adoration that sort of creeped her out in a way.

Moreover, this unsettling feeling that whatever feeling the Elf prince has for her wasn’t right bugged her mind all through. It got to a stage she started feeling a bit or slightly irritated by any kind of affection he gave her.

But a part of her was deeply moved by his kindness towards her alone.

Everyone began to eat except Andrea who brought out a small bottle. Everyone pretended not to know what could be in it as she silently sipped on the content beside her.

She wondered how she got over her fear of being judged eating like a vampire before people overnight. But like she said to her earlier, she was meant to be perfect. It was the basic standard in her world.

Being perfect also didn’t mean shying away from who you are.

’’Is anyone also creeped out about the idea of having the creatures of the dungeons as our next door neighbors?’’ The young son of General Kain from the west of the ruins of the Fae kingdom, raised jokingly. Earning multiple smiles of amusement in response.

’’Or that our guardian is relishingly scary with just a small eye contact?’’

’’Well, don’t know about everyone, but she doesn’t scare me.’’ Lucy countered. Her golden iridescent scales showing faintly on her false human skin, glistening under the light above their heads. She had the beauty of a siren and the charm.

’’Oh.’’ Freyor, the son of General Kain responded while nodding at Lucy’s merciless bite on her grilled salmon.

’’She scares me. Even if I am a vampire,’’ Andrea continued beside her. ’’But not in a bad way. She just wants to give the impression that she does not tolerate nonsense that might come from any of us. That’s the only way she could be controlling us.’’

As usual, speaking fluently with intelligence.

’’Whatever. But I am more worried about that sexy piece of darkness glaring at our table non-stop since we began this meal,’’ Bella mentioned, the next leader of the only surviving coven of witches. Everyone subtly followed her gaze to be met with their comfort and endurance teacher blending with the shadows in a corner not too far from the large windows of the room. His dark gaze fixed determinedly on Evangeline in rage—more like jealousy the entire time, and she was not even aware.

The moment she looked up from her plate to make eye contact with him—his gaze only grew darker before he turned around to leave the room.

’’Wow...’’ One of them gasped in awe as he left, taking his aura along with him.

’’That’s one hot teacher they have trained us. The best so far.’’

’’He’s my favorite already, ’’ Bella added to Andreas fantasies and soon everyone grew heedlessly attached to the mysterious figure except her and prince Xalith. ’’I wonder why he looks so angry and displeased. I mean, we’ve just got here. No one could have successfully pissed him off to be all that brooding and murderous.’’

’’Where did he come from? He doesn’t look like any of us.’’

’’His beauty also seemed unnatural and like a mask to cover who he truly is,’’ Andrea concluded earning a deathly silence from the table. She only cleared her throat and continued to sip on her blood.

Evangeline couldn’t care less about a teacher with an unfriendly attitude. She just wanted to go home if possible, return to where she truly belongs to and things should return to how they were. It shouldn’t be her trapped in this body and enduring all this.

’’What is it? Don’t you like the food?’’

Her big time crush asked softly in her ear, making her insides feel giddy a bit. She turned to him and wanted to tell him it was more than just not liking the food. Not that it was terrible or anything.

’’It’s fine. I’m just not...’’

Prince Xalith watched her fumble with how to express herself sympathetically. Everyone at the table watched with reddened cheeks when the Prince picked up a small piece of meet and placed it on top of her spoon—filled porridge. Evangeline didn’t miss a small gasp from her in surprise at his overly display of his affection for her.

When she looked at him for an explanation, he only waved it off with a smile and continued with his meal. A faint blush cradling his cheeks as he did so.

’’And he is hopelessly in-love with you.’’ Andrea said beside her with a chuckle.

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Her room wasn’t as big or spacious as the one back home, but it was something she could make with. She was grateful to the remarkable women that must have arranged all her things for her before she got back to retire to bed.

Evangeline laid down in her bed and moaned at the soft feel. It was wonderful how they put so much effort in making their beds these comfortable in this world. It was better and nowhere in comparison to the one they have in her world.

She turned on her sides and hugged on to one of the free pillows. The dull light of the moon falling on her face from the window opposite her. Its soft lullaby encouraging her to sleep as every joint and muscle in her body felt tired, weak and begging for rest.

It was a three-day journey from her castle to this place.

It was exhausting, and she wasn’t that calm enough to sleep or rest.

As she let her eyes fall close to welcome sleep, she could not ignore the cold feel of a set of fingers running tirelessly down her cheeks and the ones that played with her hair all spread on the pillow.

No matter how many times her brain screamed at her to wake up and see who it was with her on her bed— she would hug onto her pillow tighter, scared to breathe so loud than to confront who it was.

’’Mine.’’

The creature whispered darkly and so close to her ears, causing a slight tremble in her spine as she held on tight to the pillow like she would do for her life. Those arms curved around her waist and gasped slightly when he gently pulled her to himself. His cold breaths burning hotly and exciting numerous goosebumps on her skin.

His voice was too familiar to not know who it was.

That strange figment that scared the shit out of her during the moon dance festival. The one that said so many weird things to her and was unnecessarily possessive about her.

An involuntary moan sounded from her when he pulled her close to himself, and the feel of his cold hands closer to the underside of her breast.

’’I will never allow you to have me replaced or be taken from me.’’ That was the last disturbing thing he said before she was pulled into a deep, long sleep.