Their Hidden Princess Chapter 108

Thorne

Thorne was bitter as he trudged across campus. He seemed to have lost Zora Smith and she’d slipped out of the library when he was distracted. He’d cursed Petyr out when he’d noticed and bolted out of the library to try and catch her.

As he stepped into the cold night, he was met with the silent nothingness of the snow falling. He cursed again and resigned to give up for the night. The bitterness that swept across him was not a new feeling, but one he’d come to terms with as he became a Knight of Zora Smith.

He was bitter that he’d been assigned to her. He was bitter that she was someone the queen deemed deserving of a knight. He was, unfortunately, bitter that he’d broken the fated mate bond between them. Finally, he was bitter that Zora had gotten his betrothed kicked off campus.

When he’d been that Amara would be going to a rehab facility in London, he was appalled. Not that Amara had gotten herself addicted to something, that was up her alley. He was more so appalled that someone had exposed her addiction. And to vampire blood, of all things?

None of it made sense.

“Fucking Smith,” he grumbled to himself as he got back to his house. He cursed again when he heard the dull booming of music coming from his house. Of course, Kairos had thrown a party in the hours he’d been at the library. Maybe it’ll dislodge the stick up his arse, Thorne thought to himself with a roll of his eyes.

His friend had been…odd, recently.

Ever since the second time he fought Smith, he’d been different. More reserved and less angry. It was so unusual that it was more terrifying then when the Moonraiser heir was actually angry.

Then, he’d gone and just given up the final challenge to Smith. As if it wasn’t something that he’d been talking about for the entire first semester. He wanted to ruin Zora Smith and then suddenly, he was quietly indifferent.

Thorne had never been more confused by his friend.

He pushed into his house with the thought lingering on his mind. He looked around and saw it was much quieter of a party than he or his house were used to hosting. Several people lingered on the couches in their front room. There were a few female alphas sitting in the laps of the male alphas and gingerly stroking down their chests. The music was loud but the party was rather subdued.

Thorne b-lined to the kitchen to get himself a beer. He walked in to see two of Kairos’s friends from up North in the kitchen. They were snickering to themselves as they sipped their beer. Thorne jerked open the fridge and began shuffling to find his own beer.

“Oi, Blywitch,”

Thorne lazily turned to see who’d called him. One of Kairos’s friends was staring at him. He had this hungry look in his eye that set the hair on Thorne’s arms up. He slowly closed the fridge, beer in hand.

“Yeah?”

The other man nudged his friend then leaned in close to Thorne. “Guess who we just saw go upstairs with Moonraiser?”

“Who?” Thorne was bored as he sipped his beer.

“Fucking Smith,” the Alpha cackled, nudging his friend. “Isn’t that wild?”

“Think he’s gonna show her a beating,” His friend wiggled his eyebrows. “In bed?”

He started to mimic fucking the ghost in front of him. Both other Alphas cackled along. Thorne felt like he’d been dunked in ice water. He schooled his face to not show it, scowling at the other Alphas.

“Don’t be daft,” he snapped. “He’d never fuck someone like that.”

“Don’t know, mate,” the second Alpha snorted. He shared a look with his friend then looked back at Thorne. “They seemed pretty friendly.”

“More friendly than him and the Princess?” the first chimed in.

“Wait, what?” Thorne blinked. “What about him and the Princess?”

The other two shared a look again. The first one huffed a breath and clapped a hand on Thorne’s shoulder. “Listen, bruv,” he started, feigned like he cared about Thorne. “It’s hard not being the son of a High Alpha. We get it. You need to get it. The princess was never gonna choose you.”

The other Alpha snickered. Thorne saw red.

He yanked the Alpha’s hand off his shoulder with a snarl. “Fuck you,” he snapped before he turned and stalked out of the room. He heard more cackles behind him and he did his best to ignore them.

He was suddenly even more angry than he was before. He stormed up the stair of his house and threw his bag in his room before slamming the door shut. He sulked down to his bed and threw his head in his hands. The vibration of the bass from the party felt like a migraine.

Thorne had known he wasn’t a High Alpha from the moment he stepped into his primary school and was told he was less than. Now, it was being thrown back in his face again. His greatest goal was unachievable because of his fucking name.

The name of a dead man.

Thorne took a steadying breath. As he did, he heard a bang come from across the hall. He frowned. Then he remembered what Kairos’s friends had said.

Zora was in his room.

Suddenly, he got up and wrench his door open. He burst across the hall and did the same to Kairos’s room, not pausing to knock. The door slammed into the wall and Throne had to hold the wolf inside him in as he took in the scene.

Kairos and Zora were both on the bed in a tangle of bare limbs. Their shirts were tossed onto the floor. The strap of Zora’s red lacy bra was half-way down her arm. Their lips were locked in a kiss so hot that the air in the room got thick.

“What the fuck?!” Thorne snapped.

Zora yelped and Kairos sprung from where he was pinning her down. She rolled off the backside of Kairos’s bed and stood up, shoving her stray strap back up her arm. Her sweatpants were hung low on her waist, as if someone was in the process of taking them off. She wrapped her arms around herself and glanced down at the floor.

“What do you want, Blythwitch?” Kairos snapped, all of his old self showing.

“What are you doing with her!?” Thorne hissed. He watched as Zora scrambled around the bed to pick up her discarded hoodie and cover herself. Kairos just stood there, bare-chested, belt un-done and the Moonraiser fire in his eyes.

“None of your damn business,” Kairos snapped back.

“Kairos, don’t,” Zora said, gently pressing her arm to where his bicep was threatening to escape his skin.

Thorne immediately panicked.

“Don’t ‘don’t’ him you fucking whore!” He roared.

Both Kairos and Zora froze. They pierced Thorne with the same sneering glare. He didn’t stop.

“What sort of fucking siren are you, Smith?” He snapped. “You seduce Wolfham and now Moonraiser? Are you trying to fuck your way to the top?”

“Shut the fuck up, Thorne,” Kairos growled.

“No, I won’t,” Thorne threw back. “She’s manipulating you. Just like she manipulated the Headmaster and the Queen to get the Princess thrown off campus.”

Zora narrowed her eyes and took a step towards Thorne. “Amara was addicted to vampire blood,” she spat. “And tried to get me killed. She deserves what she got.”

“Liar!” Thorne roared.

“Back off Blythwitch,” Kairos snapped. “I was there. I saw it.”

“Let him bitch. He’s always quick to brush me off,” Zora said over her shoulder, eyes still locked with Thorne’s. She tipped her head to the side. “Aren’t you, fated mate?”

Her eyes flashed with something, and Thorne staggered backwards. He opened his mouth to speak but Zora surged forward, steaming with anger.

“You’re a shitty fucking Knight, Thorne,” she snapped. “You didn’t notice I left the library. Then you come in, pointing fingers and calling my a liar—”

“I didn’t—”

“You did,” Zora stepped in again, cutting Thorne off and glaring up at him. She cocked her head again. “I don’t want a shitty knight making things worse for me. Consider yourself demoted.”

“What!?” Thorne bristled. “You can’t demote me. You’re not the fucking queen—”

Zora tipped her chin up and immediately Thorne stopped talking. She had the pulsating air of power radiating off of her. He felt it in his bones. The two stared at each other for a moment before Zora waved a hand at him.

“Don’t bother coming to training,” she snapped. “You won’t be needed.”

Thorne snarled at her but dropped it as he saw Kairos step behind Zora. His eyes were menacing. Thorne swallowed thickly then threw the door open and walked back to his own room, slamming his door shut.His eyes

Fuck her, he thought. I don’t need the bullshit title of Knight. Not when I’m supposed to be the King Consort. She’ll see. They’ll all see.