Their Hidden Princess Novel

---- Chapter 73 All fucking three of them were now going to try and win Zora's hand. The hand that belonged to him. Valentin was the original High Alpha. If anyone deserved her hand, it was him. He carded a hand through his hair. It had become stringy and frizzy with it's lack of care over the past few days. Between telling off Zora and announcing his formal bid to marry Bella, he'd had no time for himself. He stood up from his chair with a huff. The surface of his desk looked like a paper bomb had gone off.

He stared at it for a moment before giving up and yanking the door to his office open. He needed a break. One that was certainly not going to come from the mountain of papers eating his desk. He locked his office door and padded down the near empty halls of the Admissions building. It was near the end of the day when Bella had made her way to his office with her mountain of brochures. By the time she'd left, it was almost seven, leaving the halls with only a few straggling employees. They each curtly nodded to Valentin as he passed before making their way to the front door.

Valentin continued to the back of the building then wound his ---- way down the dark spiral staircase to another large door. He inserted a beautiful gold key into the lock and twisted. The wood door creaked as it opened. Valentin entered and immediately waved his hand. A slew of sconces lit up the room as the lower Magiks ebbed out of Valentin's hands. The room became illuminated in a matter of seconds. In the center was a giant low lit pool with flowing green, blue water. There were twelve dials along the far side of the wall in various shapes.

Valentin sighed as he reveled in the silence of the room. He shrugged off his suit jacket and hung it on a post then pulled the elegant robes he wore off his shoulders as well. Slowly, he shed all of his clothes until he was as naked as the day he was born. Then, with one giant breath, he dove into the green-blue waters. The water was warm and soothing as it ran over his skin. He allowed himself to resurface and went over to where the dials were. He pulled and tugged on a few, sending foaming soap into the bath. Then, he swam across the bath to a ledge and slunk into it.

It was nice for Valentin to relax. He rarely had time to. Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut and he allowed himself to let the bubbles and water lap at his shoulders. It felt like the waves were kissing his collarbones, so gentle and light. It reminded him of another person's touch. ---- Her hands, soft and bare. Uncalloused, from her life of not training. The curve of her arms resting gently on his own. The dig of her nails into his skin.

The way he pressed her slowly into the floor with his hips, grinding his hips into hers as her mouth parted and back arched into him and- "Fuck!" Valentin called into the room, eyes shooting open. He slammed his fists into the water out of frustration, sending water sloshing all over the rim of the bath. The silence in the room was ruined with his outburst. Fucking Zora. She was under his skin in the worst way. His lower half ached with the sordid little fantasy he'd just imagined. Though, it wasn't much of a fantasy. He put her in very compromising positions when he'd been training her.

He cursed and blessed himself for cutting that off. He tipped his head back to lean on the rim of the bath. He sighed and ran his hand over his face "Fuck," he repeated, cursing himself more than his memory at that point.