Their Hidden Princess Chapter 83

Kairos

“You hear about the nonsense in the café the other morning?”

“Naw, what happened?”

“Wolfham and Blythwitch went at it. Fucking feral, shifting and everything.”

“Gods be damned. Moonraiser, you hear about it?”

Kairos palmed his face. He’d heard about it but had zero desire to deal with it. Especially with as drunk as he was. He took another sip of his beer.

“S’nothing,” he mumbled. “Lads being lads.”

“Naw, mate,” Petyr chimed in with a shake of his head. “Heard it was over Zora Smith.”

“I don’t get what so great about her,” Alexei, Kairo’s other friend, said. “She lost to Moonraiser by slamming her head into his so hard, she passed out. Kind of pathetic if you ask me.”

Petyr snorted. “Doesn’t stop Wolfham and Blythwitch from creaming their pants over her.”

Kairos shot up. He glared at his friends. “I’ve had enough about fucking Zora Smith,” he snapped. “I don’t want to hear her name. I don’t want to think about her. I don’t want to acknowledge she fucking exists!”

He punctuated his exclamation by chucking his empty beer can at the wall. It smashed into a puck before ricocheting and flying off into the room. Petyr and Alexei flinched as it did. They glanced at each other with wary eyes before looking back at where Kairos was fuming. His chest was heaving as his heart thudded in his chest.

“Fucking going downstairs,” he grunted before grabbing another beer and storming into the party happening on the first floor of his house.

Zora Smith was all anyone seemed to be talking about for the last week. It was driving Kairos mad. He couldn’t escape her and the comments about her. Between the kerfuffle at Basics on Tuesday and the fight yesterday, she was all anyone wanted to talk about.

Except Kairos.

Kairos wanted nothing to do with fucking Zora Smith or her red hair or her white wolf. She was the bane of his existence at that point. His dreams and nightmares had been full of her ever since she wrapped her jaw around his neck and shattered his leg. There were nightmares where she’d shattered both of his legs and left him bloodied and alone in the forest while voices laughed at him from within the trees.

Then, there were dreams of her, standing naked in front of him. Her red hair was down and straight, as he’d seen her at Mateball, and her lips were parted in ecstasy. As the dream progressed, her head was tossed back, perky tits at his eye level and she moved as if she was riding him. He’d woken up twice that week with a raging hard on and another with wet sheets. He felt like he was thirteen again.

The dreams seemed to be coming from nowhere. He still found her weak, still wanted to throttle her and make her feel like nothing. But then why was he in the middle of class, imagining what her lips would feel like wrapped around his cock?

And why the fuck did he give a shit if she was ruining her reputation by attacking the Princess?

The stupid fucking Princess who’d tried at least ten times to corner him that week and get him to reinstate their marriage pack. Each time, he’d politely declined. But it was getting hard to continue to be cordial.

That night, as he walked down into the party, he spotted her again. She was sitting in the lap of the same Alpha she’d brought into his room the party before. Her ass was gyrating in his lap as she “danced.” Kairos scoffed and killed his beer as he walked into the kitchen to find another.

Several female Alphas greeted him as he went. Normally, he’d find one of them attractive enough to plow into at the end of the night. However, that night, none of them seemed to be doing it for him. They were all too much with too much make up or too much smell or too much in their general mannerisms. Did none of these girls have any grace anymore?

He snorted to himself and killed his second beer. Well, eight of the night if he was counting. Maybe nineth? Who gave a fuck.

As he reached for another, a hand with long, ridiculously painted nails curled around his wrist. He shut the door to reveal Amara had come to beg him again. He cracked open his beer and leaned against the door of the fridge, glancing at her with heavily hooded eyes.

“What? He bit out.

“What?” Amara mocked. “A girl can’t say ‘hi’?”

“I don’t think that’s why you came over here, princess,”

“You’re right,” Amara drawled, pressing her hands into his chest. “Just seeing if you reconsidered out pact. I’d hate to tell my mother that my options are limited.”

Her hand swirled around his nipple. Kairos suddenly felt nauseous. He peeled her hand off of him and tried to glare down at her. Unfortunately, his drunken state made it less tenacious than he wanted.

“Your options are anything but limited,” he slurred. “My father told me all the High Alphas or their heirs were allowed to petition for the Alpha Consort position.”

Amara hummed and placed her hand back on his chest. She pouted slightly. “They were, but Lunerly is engaged, Thorne is boring and Maximus is otherwise occupied,” she ran her finger down the curve of his jaw. “Which means you’re my best bet, love.”

Kairos clenched his jaw. Was he really the only one left in the running for the position? Sure, Thorne had a hard on for the Queen and her daughter but Kairos highly doubted the Queen would want her daughter to be with a plain Alpha. He’d heard Lunerly was engaged to Bella but didn’t know of the merit of the rumor. Then there was Maximus who was so far up Zora’s ass she was practically spitting him out.

Fucking Zora, there she was again. He couldn’t escape her. As soon as the picture of her hit his head, his cock stirred in his pants. Unfortunately for him, Amara noticed. She purred and dropped her hand to put one of her long nails into the line of his trousers.

“You like that idea?” she hummed in his ear. “You and me?”

He found it disgusting, actually, but he was desperate for relief. From Zora and from the wet dreams of her he’d been having all week. He wrapped his hand around Amara’s wrist and looked down at her. Her lips had curled into a knowing smirk. Kairos said nothing in reply.

He yanked her away from the fridge and up to his bedroom. He slammed the door open and was happy when Petyr and Alexei weren’t in his room anymore. He didn’t need or want to explain himself to them.

As soon as he slammed the door shut, Amara’s lips were on his. She tasted like the cheap beer he supplied for the party. Her lips were rough and demanding against his. He hated it.

Zora’s would be soft, he thought without trying.

The thought made him angry. He grabbed Amara by the waist and dragged her to his bed. Her legs fell on either side of his crotch as her long nails dove their way back into his hair. He ground up against her and she moaned like a cat in heat. The sound was all wrong. He ignored it and kept going.

Amara pulled his cock out from his jeans and palmed it. Her hands were cold and her long nails felt like razors against his skin. Still, he gritted his teeth. He thought of how Zora’s hands would feel, soft and subtle, just like her mouth. He moaned at the thought, head tossed back.

Amara giggled in reply and he was brought back out of his fantasies. It was all wrong, every bit about what he was doing felt wrong. He still grabbed onto Amara, slid her panties to the side, and jammed his cock into her without a second thought.

He had to get Zora out of his head. But she was so wonderful. Her hair and her smell and everything about her. He plowed harder into Amara’s drenched cunt. She was soaking him in the way he wished to be soaked by Zora. He continued to drive into her, consumed by thoughts of Zora’s red hair cascading around her like a flame as he drove into her like he was on fire.

Somewhere, in all of his fantasies, Amara climaxed. But Kairos wasn’t done yet. He lifted Amara off him and spun her around so he could enter her from behind. She yelped as he did but then sunk back into her pornographic moans as he started to move his hips. It only took a few more slams of his dick and a couple of pictures of Zora in his head before his own climax hit him like a landslide. He pulled out of Amara and painted her ass with his cum before falling forward on his hands, utterly spent.

Amara chuckled and brushed her hair off her face. “So you’re reinstating the pact?” she gasped from inbetween breaths.

“Get the fuck out of my room,” Kairos said, solemnly.

Amara frowned. “But—”

“I said, get. The fuck. Out,” Kairos gritted. “NOW!”

Amara jolted to her feet and scrambled out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. Kairos was left alone with nothing more than his softening cock and Zora’s red hair soaking his vision.