Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 119 He sighed again deeply before turning the water off. He pressed his hand to the place where he'd shattered the tiles. One by one, they lifted from the floor and worked their way back into place. Valentin felt the magiks coursing through him as they lifted. When he removed his hand from the wall, it was like he hadn't even been there. He grabbed a towel, wrapped it around his waist, and walked over to sit on the bench in the dark. He fished through his. trousers and found his phone.

The background was a picture of him and Victoria from the days immediately following the end of the enslavement. Both had bright, smiling faces. Behind Valentin's eyes, however, he could see his own pain. He flicked the phone open scrolled through his contacts before finding Victoria's number. She picked up after the first ring. "What's wong?" she said. "Nothing," Valentin sighed. "Just checking in for updates." "Oh," Victoria said in a way that reminded him so much of Zora." No, there's nothing." "Okay," Valentin carded a hand through his wet hair.

"Amara arrived last week." ---- "Right," Victoria sounded exhausted. "How was the training with her and Zora?" "Volatile," Valentin said, immediately. "There seems to be some resentment there. Zora shifted and nearly ripped Amara's throat out." Victoria hummed. "So, she is shifting?" "You're not concemed she almost killed the Princess in front of the Blythwitch boy?" "It's mildly problematic," Victoria mused. "But he's been around Amara enough to know her words get her into precarious situations. | don't think he'd be shocked to see anyone trying to make her pay for them." Valentin hummed.

"We used the Hanswolf method today. She got to five in a minute." "Good, good," Victoria said. She sounded distracted. "Something wrong?" Valentin asked. He cursed himself for how uninterested he sounded. "No, no," she replied. "Just thinking about the task force and their lack of updates. Do you think we're looking in the wrong place?" ---- "| couldn't tell you," Valentin said plainly. "We've scoured the wolf territories. The human ones seem like the likely next place." Victoria hummed in agreement.

"Speaking of mates, how is wedding planning going?" Valentin couldn't help the grimace that fell on his face. He sighed deeply before answering. "Fine," Victoria laughed. "Fine? You're supposed to be planning one of the biggest days in your life in it's just fine?" "it's more of a pain if we're being honest." Victoria was silent for a beat. She let out a resounding sigh before speaking again, dropping her voice low. "Why are you doing this, Valentin?" she asked. "You know there's another option." "It's not the safe one," he retorted.

"For her, at least." "But it's the one that would make you happy, make her happy." Valentin paused. He knew Victoria was talking about the idea of him mating with Zora instead of Bella. His mind was screaming at him to agree with her. To call off the nonsense with Bella and ---- just finally give into the fated mate bond. But his heart knew that he couldn't take anymore hurt. If he lost Zora, he'd lose himself. "| chose my path," he stated. "Plus, she's been spending an awful lot of time with the Wolfham heir.

| have a feeling he may be the one the prophecy speaks of." "And you've not thought to bring this to me, earlier?" Victoria snapped. He could hear the sound of her raised eyebrow in her tone. "Iwas still uncertain," he countered. "Still am." "Keep me updated," Victoria said, softer than previously. "I have to go. Call me if you hear anything before | do." "Will do," Valentin combed through his hair a second time. before going to move the phone away. "And Valentin?" He blinked and brought it back to his ear. "You can talk to, you know," He licked the front of his teeth.

"I know." "She was my sister too," ---- "| know," Victoria sighed in frustration. "Right. Of course." "Goodbye, Tori. I'll tell you if | hear anything," He pulled his phone from his ear and hung up on the Queen of Wolves. As soon as the line went dead, he threw his head in his hands and tried to not regret every decision he'd made.