The Devil's Betrothed novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: Abandoned

Oriana soon reached the lake side where Arlan was standing. Arlan had already smelled her scent long before she entered the garden, but he didn’t react to her presence and continued staring at the calm surface of the lakewater.

Due to her arrival, the negative emotions inside him rose, stirred up by the source and target of his anger.

The ignorant attendant bowed to the prince. "Good evening, Your Highness..."

Seeing Arlan’s lack of reaction, Oriana wondered, ’Neil said he is angry about something. What can it be? Did something happen when he was out? Never mind, let’s make small talk. I will first explain to him my side, about Queen Seren’s invitation and then her request that I see Prince Cian’s injury.’.

"Your Highness—" she started, but the rest of her sentence was stuck in her throat.

When he turned his head to look at her, his dangerous gaze made her swallow her next words.

’Why is he looking at me... as if he wants to kill me?’

A furious storm brewed within those deep blue eyes. Menacing and unsettling, the kind of angry gaze holding power—a power that struck fear into the hearts of those who encountered it.

And at this moment, the full brunt of that power was solely on Oriana.

Under the weight of that gaze, fear began to take hold within her, bringing up the most primal instinct to retreat. Oriana wanted to run away.

The instant she took a step backwards, the fury in those eyes blazed.

"Y-Your Highness, I, what..."

"You stink."

His voice was cold, his expression devoid of any emotion. However, the anger in his eyes continued to paralyze her in place. To him she stinks because she carried another man’s smell on her.

’I stink?’ She gulped, unable to make heads or tails of the situation. Her thought process was interrupted, just as she was supposed to apologize and give an explanation as to her prior absence.

"Uhh, apologies, Your Highness. I have ran back from the mansion of Abetha so the sweat—"

"With whose permission?" He sneered at her. "Since when have you started serving others, forgetting to whom you belong to?"

She was taken aback. Did she commit that serious of a mistake?

"I..."

"Have you always been like this?" he snapped. "Crawling your way up to get close to rich handsome men? Charming them by using that pretty face of yours?"

"What?"

"Are you not getting paid enough that you have to go lure others? What favors do you want from him now? Am I not enough for you?"

"Your Highness—"

"You make me feel nauseous. You stink so much that I can’t even breathe!" he growled at her, venom in his eyes.

Arlan was about to snap.

Why was there fear in her eyes? Why was there guilt in her eyes? Why did she take a step back from him? Yet with that damned Cian, they were so close that... her hands were touching his hand. Her voice...her sighs and rebukes... her care... She cared for another man!

And her scent! She carried another man’s scent on her and the beast inside him was disgusted by it. The sweet smell of honeysuckle was being overpowered by that horrible stench of another male and that herbal oil she massaged him with.

It was making him go crazy!

Arlan never thought it would affect him this much. If he was more rational, he would have guessed that the enraged beast inside him was fanning his jealousy, but at this moment, both human and beast were furious at their mate.

"Go serve Abetha and never come back," he commanded in a frigid tone and turned to leave.