The atmosphere in the room was charged with tension as Aldric demanded, "Who the fuck are you?" His steely gaze bore into the woman chained before him, devoid of the warmth it once held for Islinda.
His mate looked at him as if he were speaking nonsense. "What are you talking about? Of course, I’m Islinda."
"Don’t—!" Aldric warned through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to throttle the truth out of her. He was on edge, feeling the unsettling disconnect between the woman’s appearance and her behavior.
"I don’t understand," She tried to move, but the chains held her back. Her face fell, lips trembling as she looked at him with pitiful eyes welling up with tears.
She cried out, "Why are you doing this to , Aldric? Is this the effect of the witch’s magic? Haven’t I suffered enough? Have you forgotten what you did to ? You tried to kill , yet I forgave you. And in the end, it’s still not enough for . Who am I if not Islinda?"
She finished, expecting Aldric to be remorseful with guilt. To her surprise, his expression remained impassive. He lifted an unimpressed brow, "Are you done?"
Azula was flabbergasted. She had put her all into acting, yet it was still not enough to convince the dark Fae scum.
Aldric stepped closer until he was in her face, his voice low and dangerous. "Even Islinda knows not to manipulate emotionally."
At once, her performance faltered, the tears drying up as quickly as they had co. Azula’s lips twisted into a smirk, her eyes gleaming with malevolent amusent.
"So that was what gave away," she mused, her tone shifting from desperation to mockery.
Aldric was startled, clearly taken aback by Islinda’s behavior. Although he suspected sothing was up, confirming it was another thing entirely.
Her deanor shifted entirely. Her expression hardened, her eyes filled with a cruel, mocking light. "Why do you look so scared, darling? Am I not what you were expecting?" Azula grinned fiendishly, clearly finding the expression on his face amusing.
The blood drained from Aldric’s face while his stomach churned. The woman before him was not his mate, not the Islinda he knew. The façade had shattered, revealing sothing far more sinister underneath. The dark Fae prince realized he had been deceived by a cunning impostor. Soone who had mastered the art of manipulation and deceit than him. Soone who found delight in his horror and confusion.
"Andre was wrong. Islinda did not co into her powers; you possessed her," Aldric muttered, still reeling from the shock of his recovery and stepping away from her as if she were poison.
"Oh, that’s where you’re wrong," Azula said, a smug grin spreading across her face. "I never possessed her. I’ve always been there. Speaking of which, you’ve witnessed glimpses of ..." She purred, her voice dripping with seduction. "Or don’t you rember those good, good tis we spent together, dark Fae scum?"
Aldric’s jaw dropped, unable to process the revelation. He had thought Islinda’s sudden taste for dirty talk was a surprising but welcod developnt. To think he had enjoyed those intimate monts with whatever Azula was, and not his mate, made him want to bang his head against the wall for not seeing it coming.
"The both of us were..." Azula’s breath caught as she searched for the perfect word. "Explosive," she whispered.
Still naked, Azula spread her legs apart, revealing her glistening vulva, her breath hitching as she exposed herself. "We had such a good ti together, Aldric," she said his na with a sultry purr.
Aldric should have found the move disgusting, but because she had Islinda’s face and body, his mber reacted instinctively to her, pressing against the confines of his pants. She aroused him.
"Got you," Azula purred, her smile feline, knowing she had him right where she needed him.
Azula’s eyes flashed, taking on that eerie form from earlier, her irises turning red while her pupils slitted. The atmosphere in the room beca charged as she set those eyes on Aldric.
"Yes, co to ," Azula smiled enticingly, nodding in approval as Aldric began to walk toward her, powerless to resist her pull.
The fool had no idea what she was and it worked to her advantage. All Azula needed was just a tiny bit of desire and she was able to use it to her advantage.
Aldric, now a puppet under Azula’s spell, obeyed without hesitation. He moved to the edge of the bed, his movents smooth yet devoid of their usual strength.
Azula watched him with a gleam of triumph in her eyes. She leaned in close and whispered, "Kiss with all your heart."
Without a mont’s pause, Aldric’s hands cupped her face with a tenderness that belied the blank expression in his eyes. He pulled her in, and their lips t in a fierce, urgent kiss.
Azula’s fingers threaded through his hair as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against his. Aldric responded with an intensity that would have been passionate if not for the emptiness behind it, his lips moving against hers with a chanical fervor.
His mouth crashed against hers, the kiss hot and demanding, every movent dictated by her will. Azula moaned into his mouth, reveling in the control she had over him. She could feel his strength, his power, but it was all at her command now, twisted to serve her desires.
As Aldric’s lips worked against hers, his hands road over her body, following the impulses she implanted in his mind. There was no hesitation in his touch, only the relentless drive to fulfill her every command.
Azula pulled back slightly, breathless, a wicked smile curling her lips as she looked into his eyes. There was no recognition, no spark of the Aldric she knew, only a hollow obedience.
"Good boy," she whispered, running her fingers down his chest. "Now, show just how devoted you can be. Release ."
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