Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 121

Amara, that name echoed in my mind like a relentless drumbeat, a reminder of the chaos she brought into my life.

Thorne’s relentless pursuit was another thorn in my side, a constant reminder of my own limitations.

And then there was Valentin, his laughter mingling with Bella’s, a sound that twisted my insides with jealousy.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

Each name felt like a dagger, piercing through my thoughts and igniting a fire of rage within me. My emotions surged, a boiling pot ready to overflow. Each punch I threw felt like a release, each kick more powerful than the last. The world around me faded into a blur, drowned out by the thunderous rhythm of my heart and the primal sound of my breath.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

How could they? How could they conspire against me, betray my trust? I was stronger, fiercer, unrestrained.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

The names spun in my head like a cyclone, each one fueling my fury.

Amara.

Thorne.

Valentin.

With a fierce determination, I swung at my opponent, the impact sending them crashing backwards. In an instant, I was upon them, my body a coiled spring ready to unleash its fury. I drew my arm back, preparing to deliver a devastating blow to their head. But just as my fist was about to connect, a voice shattered the moment, calling my name with urgency.

“Zora!”

I blinked, the haze of adrenaline lifting for a fleeting moment.

Maximus lay pinned beneath me, his hands trembling as he struggled to keep me at bay. A crimson trail trickled from his nose, and a wave of panic crashed over me.

One of Maximus’s hands abandoned my hips and found its way to my chest, his touch igniting a fire deep within. I rode him with abandon, each movement sending waves of ecstasy coursing through my body.

His hands ground me down onto him, and as my orgasm hit, it was like being struck by a freight train. I cried out, the sound echoing in the empty gym, my body quaking with pleasure. He followed closely behind, our bodies collapsing into a tangled mess of limbs and discarded clothing.

My chest heaved as I struggled to regain my breath.

What have I done? I thought, a mix of exhilaration and dread flooding my senses.

Some things cannot be ignored, Mona had whispered softly in my ear once. The bond of a fated mate is one of them.

With a heavy sigh, I carefully disentangled myself from Maximus. As we separated with a soft hiss, I landed on the ground beside him, my legs shaky beneath me. I quickly pulled on the sweatpants I had worn over my shorts, my heart racing as I turned to find Maximus holding my shirt, a silent offering.

“Thanks,” I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, a smear of blood decorating his face from where I had kissed him, the evidence of our chaotic passion. His nose had stopped bleeding but left a crust of dried blood beneath his nostril. He ran his hand over his face, collecting the remnants of our encounter, and opened his mouth to speak.

“I—”

“That was a mistake,” I interrupted sharply, the weight of reality crashing down on me. “We shouldn’t have done that.”

Maximus’s brow furrowed in confusion, and he opened his mouth again, but I turned away, unable to face him any longer. I walked away, leaving him alone in the gym, surrounded by the remnants of our reckless passion and the haunting silence that followed.