Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 70 Thorne Thorne watched Kairos storm off into the locker room. His heart was pounding with the implications of his friend's words. He didn't feel like Zora would get him killed. He thought Zora would save him. Thorne shifted his gaze slowly to Maximus. He looked completely unbothered by the conversation, eyes closed under the water and rolling his neck to wet his head. Before Maximus could catch Thorne staring, Thorne slammed the water off. He practically ran to the towels then darted off to his locker. He managed to get changed before Maximus was out of the shower.

Thorne shoved his way out of the locker room, head still spinning. He hadn't lied to Maximus. Not really, that was. He did think Zora had a secret and he truly wanted to know what it was. But more so, for himself and not Kairos's murder party. He also hadn't lied to Zora. He did think Maximus was being too easy on her. He also couldn't fucking stand watching Maximus touching her. Something raw deep and angry exploded inside of him every time Max's hand lingered for too long or held Zora's arms too tight. Thorne knew he had no right to be, but he was ---- jealous.

He growled to himself as he stormed out of the gym and across campus to his Kairos's house. He lived in the basement of Kairos's grandfather's house. The only shower was on the third floor, next to Kairos's room. Thorne threw a prayer to the Gods for telling him to shower after Basics. He really didn't want to deal with the wrath of Kairos after their altercation with Maximus. Thorne pushed open the door to his room and flicked on the light switch. He'd replaced all the ugly fluorescent bulbs in the basement with dim yellow ones. It cast a hazy feel across the basement.

He chucked his bag in the corner of the room then fell onto his bed with a huff. He'd never felt this lost in his life, not even when his parents had passed. Every muscle in his body was screaming that he was an idiot for rejecting Zora. But his brain was repeating the Queen's promise to him. The promise of the position of Alpha Consort in the royal court. It was his duty to adhere to her wishes. But it was his wishes to be with his fated mate. He slammed the pillow behind him over his face and groaned into it before chucking it across his room. It landed on the floor with a soft thud.

There was silence then the shrill ringing of his phone. ---- Thorne sat straight up in bed and then darted across his room to his desk. He grabbed the receiver off the red rotary phone and held it to his ear. "Yes?" "Ob hi, darling!" Thome sighed with relief. "I thought something was wrong," he said, rubbing his eyes. "You never call me this early." "Yes, well," the feminine voice on the other line said. "| had some time between meetings with the court and wanted to check in.

I'm sure you'd prefer an eleven in the morning call to an eleven at night call." Thorne sighed and slumped into his chair. "| would," he said. "If it didn't make me panic. Your Highness, |-" "Thorne," the woman chided. "I've told you that Victoria is fine, haven't |?" "Err - yes but-" Thorne fumbled "Then Victoria | wish to be called," the Queen of the Wolves stated. "How have you been? | haven't spoken with you since Mateball but I'd assume you would've called if you'd had good news!" ---- Thome sighed deeply again, rubbing his eyes harder.

He tried to figure out how to put his feelings into words. "I have some news, | suppose," Thorne started "Then why haven't you called earlier?" Victoria exclaimed. "Go on!" Thorne rubbed at the back of his neck. "I was gifted a fated mate," he started. Victoria sucked in a deep breath through the line and Thorne rushed to speak before her. "But | rejected her. | told you | vowed to be a suitable consort for the princess and | intend to keep my vow."