Their Hidden Princess Novel

Where Sleeping Rivers Dream We Follow Trails Toward Tomorrow by Evan Milesa Cade 177 Summary In Chapter 177 of "Where Sleeping Rivers Dream We Follow Trails Toward Tomorrow," Thorne grapples with intense feelings of bitterness and frustration. As he walks across the campus, he reflects on the recent events that have left him feeling defeated. Zora Smith, whom he has been assigned to protect, has slipped away from him just as he was becoming lost in thought.

The realization of her absence triggers a wave of anger, particularly directed at Petyr, and he feels the weight of his emotions as he struggles with the bitter truth of his situation. The cold night air amplifies Thorne's sense of despair as he confronts his resentment towards Zora and the circumstances surrounding their bond. He grapples with the betrayal he feels, particularly regarding the expulsion of his betrothed, Amara, whose struggles with addiction have now led her to a rehab facility.

Thorne's anger is compounded by the knowledge that Zora played a role in exposing Amara's vulnerabilities, deepening his sense of betrayal and confusion about his own feelings. Upon arriving at his house, Thorne finds the atmosphere unexpectedly subdued compared to the usual raucous parties. Despite his friends' laughter and the presence of female alphas, he senses a change in the energy, especially in his friend Kairos, who has adopted a disturbing calmness after their confrontations with Zora.

Thorne's confusion grows as he realizes that Kairos has seemingly given up on their shared goal of undermining Zora, leaving Thorne to navigate his emotions alone. As Thorne seeks solace in the kitchen with a beer, he is confronted by Kairos's friends, who share unsettling news about Zora's interactions with another male. The teasing comments from the alphas ignite Thorne's anger, causing him to lash out in frustration. Feeling mocked and belittled, he storms out of the kitchen, the laughter of his peers trailing behind him.

This moment encapsulates Thorne's internal struggle, highlighting his bitterness and the unraveling of his relationships as he grapples with feelings of inadequacy and betrayal. Continue Regular Chapter Reading Below **TITLE: Where Sleeping Rivers Dream We Follow Trails Toward Tomorrow by Evan Milesa Cade 177** **Chapter 177** **Thorne** The weight of bitterness clung to Thorne like a heavy cloak as he trudged across the campus grounds. Each step felt laborious, a reflection of the turmoil brewing within him.

Zora Smith had slipped through his fingers, vanishing from the library just as he had become distracted, lost in thought. The moment he realized her absence, he had cursed Petyr with a fervor that surprised even himself, bolting from the library in a desperate attempt to catch up with her. As he stepped into the biting cold of the night, the silence enveloped him, broken only by the gentle whisper of snowflakes descending from the darkened sky. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath, a sense of defeat washing over him.

The evening was slipping away, and he felt a familiar bitterness creeping in-a bitterness he had reluctantly accepted since he had been assigned to Zora Smith as her knight. He hated that he had been chosen for her service. He resented the fact that she was deemed worthy of a knight by the queen herself. And then there was the matter of the fated mate bond they had once shared, a bond he had carelessly severed. Finally, he could not shake the bitter taste of betrayal that lingered, knowing Zora had orchestrated the expulsion of his betrothed from the campus.

The news that Amara would be sent to a rehab facility in London had hit him like a punch to the gut. Not that he was surprised by her struggles-Amara had always danced on the edge of chaos, and addiction was a familiar partner in her life. What appalled him was the fact that someone had exposed her vulnerabilities to the world. And to vampire blood, of all things? It was absurd. Nothing about this situation made sense. "Fucking Smith," he grumbled to himself as he approached his house, the familiar sight of it doing little to ease his frustration.

The dull thrum of music echoed from within, a reminder that his friend Kairos had decided to throw a party while he had been trapped in the library. "Maybe this will help dislodge the stick up my arse," Thorne thought with a roll of his eyes, his irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. Kairos had been acting strangely ever since their second confrontation with Smith. The fiery rage that usually characterized him had been replaced with an unsettling calmness. It was disconcerting, even more so than when he was actually angry.

Thorne couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted within his friend. Then, in a twist that left Thorne reeling, Kairos had simply given up on the final challenge against Smith. It was as if all the fervor he had displayed throughout the first semester had evaporated overnight. Thorne had dedicated himself to ruining Zora Smith, and now, Kairos seemed to have adopted an attitude of quiet indifference. Confusion swirled in Thorne's mind as he pushed through the door of his house.

The party atmosphere was surprisingly subdued, a stark contrast to the raucous celebrations he was accustomed to. A few guests lounged on the couches in the front room, their laughter mingling with the music, but it lacked the vibrant energy he had expected. Female alphas perched on the laps of their male counterparts, their fingers gently tracing down their chests, but the overall vibe felt muted. Thorne made a beeline for the kitchen, craving a cold beer to drown his frustrations.

As he entered, he spotted two of Kairos's friends from the North, their heads bent together as they shared hushed laughter over their drinks. He yanked open the fridge, rummaging through the clutter to find his own beer. "Oi, Blywitch," one of them called, breaking the monotony of the moment. Thorne turned lazily, curiosity piqued. One of Kairos's friends was staring at him with a look that sent a shiver down his spine. It was a predatory glint that made the hairs on Thorne's arms stand on end. He slowly closed the fridge door, beer in hand, and raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah?" he replied, trying to sound disinterested. The other man leaned in closer, a conspiratorial grin spreading across his face. "Guess who we just saw go upstairs with Moonraiser?" "Who?" Thorne asked, feigning boredom as he took a swig of his beer. "Fucking Smith," the alpha cackled, nudging his friend with excitement. "Isn't that wild?" Thorne felt his stomach twist. "Think he's gonna show her a beating?" the second alpha chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. He began to mimic an exaggerated version of what he imagined might happen, and both alphas erupted into laughter.

Thorne felt as if he had been doused in ice water, his expression hardening as he scowled at their antics. "Don't be daft," he snapped, his voice laced with irritation. "He'd never fuck someone like that." "Don't know, mate," the second alpha replied with a snort, sharing a knowing look with his friend. "They seemed pretty friendly." "More friendly than him and the Princess?" the first one added, a smirk creeping across his face. "Wait, what?" Thorne blinked, his heart racing.

"What about him and the Princess?" The two alphas exchanged another glance, and the first one clapped a hand on Thorne's shoulder with a feigned air of camaraderie. "Listen, bruv," he said, his tone dripping with insincerity. "It's tough not being the son of a High Alpha. We get it. But you need to face it. The princess was never gonna choose you." The second alpha snickered, and Thorne felt a surge of anger flood through him. With a snarl, he yanked the alpha's hand off his shoulder, his patience wearing thin.

"Fuck you," he snapped before turning sharply and stalking out of the kitchen, the sounds of their laughter echoing behind him. He forced himself to ignore the mocking cackles, the bitterness still simmering within him as he made his way through the house. Conclusion As Thorne navigated the dimly lit corridors of his home, a storm of emotions raged within him, each footstep echoing the turmoil he felt. The laughter of his peers faded into a haunting reminder of his isolation, and the weight of betrayal settled heavily on his chest.

He had always prided himself on his strength, yet the knowledge of Zora's betrayal and the impending fate of Amara gnawed at his resolve. The very foundation of his world felt unstable, and he was left grappling with the realization that the bonds he once held dear were fraying. In that moment, he understood that bitterness was not a shield; it was a cage that confined him to his own despair. Yet, amidst the chaos, a flicker of determination ignited within him. Thorne recognized that he could no longer allow himself to be a pawn in the game orchestrated by Zora and her allies.

Moreover, the party atmosphere, previously subdued, is poised for a dramatic shift. As Thorne grapples with his emotions, the brewing conflict may ignite tensions among the guests, leading to explosive confrontations that could alter alliances. With Kairos's unsettling calmness and the alphas' taunts echoing in his mind, Thorne must navigate the treacherous waters of friendship and rivalry. Will he find a way to reclaim his sense of purpose, or will the weight of expectations and betrayal drag him down?