Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 51 Valentin didn't try and meet with me for the whole week after my outburst in his office. | didn't blame him, | didn't want his help at all. | continued to train on my own, sometimes with Loren, without him. | wanted to be strong but | didn't want his attempts at "help." They were only dragging me down. The Monday after my altercation with Valentin and Victoria, classes resumed as usual. Loren no longer felt the need to walk me to shifting, given that | had my own form of protection in the shape of a sassy wolf in the back of my mind with a swishy tail.

Monday morning, | walked to the forest alone. | was eager to see what my first shifting class with a wolf would hold. Don't get your hopes up, she said in the back of my mind. Shifting is hard. | can do hard things, | retorted as I rounded into the clearing of the forest where shifting class took place. The rest of the students were already there, bags on the floor. There were a few new additions of wolves who had awoken their wolves as well. You can, my wolf agreed. But this is exceptionally hard. You've only just woken me up. So don't beat yourself up if you can't get it to work.

---- | rolled my eyes. She was so pessimistic. If | could shift to break the fated mate bond, | could shift in a normal ass class. | heard a few snickers from my right as | finally made my way to the rest of the class. | turned my head towards the sound. Two male wolves | had seen, but never talked to, were laughing at me. The one, super tall and lanky with black hair, jutted his chin towards me.

"Nice of you to join us," he sneered, "Shame the only way you got your wolf to show up was by breaking a fated bond." "Kind of stupid," the other wolf, more toned muscle than the first with blonde hair with black roots, said. "Breaking a fated mate bond as a wolfless." "Firstly, I'm not wolfless anymore," | snapped. "Secondly, | didn't really have a choice did |?" "No," the lanky wolf laughed. "You didn't. Which makes it even worse for you." He nudged the toner wolf. "How embarrassing.

Being one of the few who gets a fated mate and being rejected by them." | felt a growl low in my throat as | glared at them. | balled my hands into fists and felt the same fire wash over me that happened right before | shifted at Mateball. | wondered if it was a sign that | was about to shift. ---- It is, my wolf chimed in, somewhat surprised. But it's not worth it for those idiots. They don't know who you are. Ignore them. "Smith!" | heard my surname be barked into the air. | unclenched my fists and the fire extinguished from my body. | snapped my head towards the voice.

Sure enough, Kairos was glaring at me from across the forest. | forgot he was the fucking teaching assistant of this stupid class. My wolf started to clean her paws, leisurely. Stupid class, she mocked. As if it's not the most important part of being a wolf. Do you ever shut up? My wolf "humph'ed before darting off into the back of my mind where | couldn't see her anymore. | was still death staring at Kairos when | returned my attention to the forest. Professor Valencia was standing next to him, arms over her chest and white eyebrows raised. "Control yourself," Kairos barked at me.

"I'm fine," | snapped back. "Clearly not," Kairos hissed. "Your hands started to turn. We control our shifting in this class. We are Alphas not common wolves." ---- A growl started in the back of my throat and the fire in my started again. The, Professor Valencia stepped forward. "That is enough, you two," she snapped. "Mr. Moonraiser, you should know better. | know you and Miss Smith have had your differences, but | expect decorum from my teaching assistant!" Kairos shot another murderous glance my way before looking at Valencia. "Sorry, Professor," he said.

Though, | don't think | sensed a lick of remorse. "I didn't want Smith shifting and tearing Rigert's throat out." Professor Valencia looked at me. She ran her eyes from my toes to the tip of my head. | felt the urge to crawl in a hole. Something about her was blood curling.