Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 128 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." "| 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 | don't want to think about her. | 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'?" "| don't think that's why you came over here, princess," "You'te 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."