Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 115 Thorne Thorne had never seen a sparring match become so violent in his two and some years at Alpha Academy. Normally, whoever was monitoring sparring would step in and break the Alphas up before someone got injured. He was completely confused as to why the Headmaster wouldn't, especially with a student as prized as a Princess. Furthermore, he didn't understand why he was stuck with his un- fated mate while his betrothed was off with Lunerly. Especially since Lunerly seemed to have some sort of hard-on for Zora.

He huffed as he wrapped a bandage around the other woman's leg, making sure it was tight. "| believe proper blood flow is needed for healing," Zora snapped from above him. "It needs to be tight to stop the bleeding," Thorne retorted, yanking the wrap again. Zora hissed above him then glared down at him. "She's fucking awful," Zora complained. "Like truly, entirely awful. | didn't expect rainbows and butterflies but - fucking hell is she terrible." ---- "What do you mean 'expect'?" Thorne asked as he went to wrap around Zora's shredded thigh.

Most of it was already healing but the blood made it look worse than it was. "| mean as her servant she ignored me," Zora said quickly. "I'd heard rumors but actually having to talk to her-" she shook her head. Thome yanked the bandage tighter and Zora hissed in pain again. Her hand came down to grab at his shoulder, urging him to stop. Thorne immediately looked up at her. Her face was grimacing but there were not tears in her eyes. He went back to wrapping her up, her hand still lingering on his shoulder. "You really want to be stuck with that?" Zora asked, incredulously.

"| don't have a choice," Thorne grunted. "The Queen asked. | accepted. Nothing else to do. | live to serve. | owe Victoria everything." "So that's why you broke it," Zora said, softer. Thome blinked and sat back on his heels. "What?" "The bond," Zora continued. "You broke it because you feel you owe Victoria. You didn't want to go against her wishes." Thorne narrowed his eyes at Zora. "Assuming | want to discuss ---- this with you is bold," he snapped as he sealed the wrap on Zora's leg.

"For all you know | could've broken it because | didn't find you attractive." "Ouch," Zora threw back with a bit of amusement in her tone. " But | get it. Why you did it." "Thanks, | guess," Thorne grunted out before standing. He looked down and admired his handy work as Zora rolled her ankle tentatively. "Can you stand?" "Did you know it was Amara?" Zora said, completely ignoring Thorne's question. "| had an inkling. She's the only known Princess," Thorne said beginning to grow annoyed. "Can you stand?" Zora gave him a pointed look. "Had you met her?" "For Gods's sake, Zora," he snapped.

"Can you stand or not?" "| can stand just - shit!" As she rose to stand with both weight on her feet, she immediately grimaced and fell forwards. Thorne barely caught her before she fell face first into the grimy floor of the locker room. He held her by her arm and gingerly dropped her back down on the bench. She gave him a nasty look and he rolled his eyes. ---- "So you can't," he said, plainly. "You'll probably need crutches for 'the next hour until your tendons heal. | think there's some in the office-" Zora grabbed his sleeve as he went to move away.

He didn't miss the jolt that exploded up his arm at her touch. He knew she didn't either as they locked eyes. He could count every freckle on her face with how close he was to her. Zora sucked in a deep breath before speaking. "You don't have to owe someone your entire life," she said, gently. "Being grateful sometimes is enough."