Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 109

**Where Sleeping Rivers Dream We Follow Trails Toward Tomorrow by Evan Milesa**

**Chapter 109**

As I stood at the threshold of the front porch, a wave of unease washed over me, causing the world to sway ever so slightly. I felt a lump form in my throat, and for a fleeting moment, the urge to flee gripped me tightly. Just then, I felt the warmth of Max’s chest pressing against my back, grounding me. His breath was a soft whisper against the shell of my ear, and his hands found their way to my waist, anchoring me in place.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, his voice a soothing balm. “I’ve got you.”

A shiver coursed through my body, a jolt of electricity that made me instinctively lean into Max’s reassuring presence. I couldn’t help but smile, feeling the warmth of his own smile radiate against my ear. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and dove headfirst into the chaotic symphony of the party that awaited me.

The noise hit me like a tidal wave, just as overwhelming as the first time I had stepped into a party. A chaotic blend of voices, pulsating bass lines, and the dissonance of laughter and shouts filled the air, each sound competing for attention. Yet, amidst this cacophony, the sight of Loren beginning to dance ignited a sense of liberation within me. I felt my hips start to sway, and as Loren seized my hand, pulling me into the center of the dance floor, I found myself moving with a newfound energy.

Tentatively, I took a sip of my drink, a flicker of concern crossing my mind that there might be wolfsbane lurking within it once more. But then, clarity struck me—I was the one who had brought it. There was nothing to fear. As I lost myself in the rhythm, time slipped away effortlessly, the world around me fading into a blur. Maximus stood off to the side, a watchful guardian sipping his beer, his gaze fixed on us with an intensity that made me feel both safe and seen. Fortunately, the crowd seemed to respect our space as Loren and I danced, lost in our own little world.

Before long, I felt the familiar buzz of alcohol coursing through my veins. My eyelids fluttered shut, surrendering to the music as I swayed to the beat. But as I opened them again, an unexpected wave of panic surged through me. My heart began to race for reasons I couldn’t quite grasp, and the vibrant lights that once felt exhilarating now seemed overwhelming. My head spun, and a prickling itch spread across my skin as if the very air was charged with electricity.

Without a second thought, I bolted from the dance floor, not even glancing back at Loren. The room spun around me, a dizzying blur of colors and sounds. Nausea washed over me in relentless waves, and I barely registered the sound of my name being called as I pushed through the throngs of partygoers, gasping for air.

Finally, the music felt like it was closing in on me, suffocating. I yanked open the first door I could find and stumbled into the quiet of the room, relief flooding over me.

“What the fuck?!”

It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimness, and as my heart rate began to slow, I took in the scene before me. Amara was sprawled on the bed, her skirt haphazardly pushed up to her hips, her cheetah-print heels half on and half off. Her shirt was missing, leaving one cup of her bra awkwardly positioned beneath her small, perky breasts. Beside her sat a third-year Alpha, someone I had seen directing Basics with Kairos on a few occasions. He was also shirtless, his pants unbuttoned, an air of casual arrogance surrounding him.

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