Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

Thorne

Thorne Blythwitch was fucking drunk.

He wasn’t just drunk. He was hammered.

Hammered and lost, actually.

He’d started the night at his house. He and Petyr, mainly Petyr, had thrown a party. It started slow and then soon, there was a large gathering and any even larger gathering of booze. A bottle of wine later, Kairos had arrived home from his Thursday night training that Thorne was supposed to be at.

His appearance had perturbed Thorne so much that Thorne had grabbed two more bottles of wine and ducked out of the house. He spent an hour or so on the patio with some of the underclassmen. A bottle of tequila came from some girl who’d plopped herself in his lip. She was pretty but he didn’t want her.

He didn’t really want anyone. Except her.

And he couldn’t have her. Because he was a fucking idiot.

That thought made him rip the tequila bottle out of the girl’s hands and sulk away from the house all together. It was how he wound up way across campus, empty bottle in his hand and utterly lost. He thought he knew where he was, somewhere close to the alchemy labs. But as Thorne squinted to try and make out a sign, he realized he was nowhere close.

He huffed and tried to one eighty. Unfortunately, he was hammered, and spinning was just far too much at that moment. He stumbled over his own feet and landed face first in the mud of the melting snow. The tequila bottle spilled from his hands and flew across the grass to shatter on the small walkway.

Thorne realized, that was probably the lowest he’d ever been.

He was drunk and lost. His friends had left him. He chopped his only chance with his fated mate. Worst of all, he was alone.

And it was all her fucking fault.

That fucking whore Zora.

Ever since she’d stepped foot on campus, his life had become a fucking nightmare. Even before he knew she was his fated mate, he’d despised her. She was weak and vain and didn’t belong in his world.

He couldn’t understand how people were getting sucked into her either. She’d won Maximus over and he hadn’t really batted an eye. Maximus was the weakest of his friends. He knew that Max would’ve rolled over for any pussy.

But the, she’d gotten Kairos. Kairos who’d told him over and over how much he hated the fucking bitch. Kairos, the ruthless, cutthroat maniac who’d tried to kill her. And now he was groveling at her feet like a fucking puppy who got attention.

Furthermore, he’d gotten Amara kicked off campus. Princess Amara who was going to ascend the throne one day. Thorne wouldn’t be shocked if Amara had Zora killed on the first day of her reign. Amara was his sister. He cared about her beyond her being the Princess. The slight against him wasn’t unnoticed.

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Chapter 212

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Thorne was honestly surprised that Lamerly had let Zora get away with the lies. He knew that Lunerly was also a candidate for Amara’s hand in marriage. And Lunerly was one of the Queen’s oldest friends. Some little slut comes on campus and all of a sudden he forgets to be loyal to the name he conquered the vampires

for?

None of it made sense to Thorne.

The obsession with Zora Smith was insane. And what did the vampire want with her?

Thorne jerked his head off of the muddied ground. The gears were turning in his head again, clicking into place and finally making sense. He pushed himself to sit up, trying to focus through his tequila riddled brain.

The rumor on campus had been that Kairos had found Amara, all drugged up on vampire blood, wandering around campus. For whatever reason, he went to Zora’s roommate with that information. Then, they’d gone to the Headmaster.

Then, Lunerly brought back Amara, coming down from her high. He was the only one besides Kairos who’d seen Amara all drugged up. The only two witnesses for Amara’s indiscretion, we’re immediately involved with Zora fucking Smith.

Had Zora roped the Headmaster into her plans as well!?

Thorne’s heart seemed to be beating in his head as he sat and processed the information. Was no one at this school safe from her? What was she?

He knew what he had to do in that moment. He had to go over Lunerly’s head. If he was in with Zora and the vampires, he wouldn’t take Thorne’s accusations seriously. He’d have to go to the Queen herself.

Immediately, he pushed himself off the ground and did his best to brush the mud from his trousers. It’d gotten pretty much everywhere and he was sure he looked a mess. In his time on the ground, he’d sobered up slightly. It was enough that he could orient himself on where he was.

He looked to his right and saw the auditorium looming on the cliff above him. Out of spite, he tossed it a double middle finger. Fuck fate. Fuck his fated mate. He was a servant of the Queen, not fate.

He marched across campus to where the staff kept the emergency phone for the Queen. Given that he was the adopted son of the Queen, the staff gave him access for emergencies. This was, of course, an emergency. He wove through the empty, dark halls of the building.

When he got to the phone, he paused. It’s shiny red plastic was shining in the one light that automatically turned on whenever someone entered the room. If Lunerly was working with Zora, who was working with the vampires, it was possible he was in on their scheme as well.

Given that he was so closed to the Queen, Thorne was unsure what kind of bullshit he’d be spewing the Victoria. Thorne had to go outside the circle that he was stuck in. He had to go to the Wolf Authorities.

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