Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 116

“You just don’t understand,” Thorne snapped, his voice sharp like a blade. The frustration bubbled up inside him, threatening to spill over. “My parents are gone. They left me, and she was the one who stepped in to fill that void. She—”

“I don’t understand,” Zora interrupted, her tone firm yet calm. “But I know enough to recognize that living your life based on the whims of someone in power isn’t truly living at all.” A gentle smile graced her lips, illuminating her face in a way that made Thorne’s heart race. For a fleeting moment, he felt as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. “And honestly, your fiancé is kind of a bitch.”

Thorne’s gaze locked onto hers, an electric connection sparking between them. He felt a deep yearning to reach out, to apologize for the distance he had put between them, to pull her into an embrace that would last forever. He was overwhelmed with regret for his choices, desperate to make amends. But there was a relentless whisper in the back of his mind, urging him to prioritize duty and honor over his own desires.

Standing tall, he straightened his posture and looked down at her, determination hardening his voice. “My duty is to my Queen,” he reiterated, his tone unwavering and cold. “And to her heir. My future wife. So, I would appreciate it if you chose your words more carefully when you speak of her.”

Zora’s expression shifted, her jaw tightening as she processed his words. She pushed herself off the seat and steadied herself against the wall, rising to her full height. The intensity of her glare felt like a physical blow, piercing through the armor he had built around his heart.

“Fuck you,” she spat, her voice laced with venom. “Stay away from me. I have no interest in associating with Amara’s minions.”

Thorne opened his mouth to respond, but before he could find the words, Zora had turned on her heel, storming away with a fierce determination as if their confrontation had never happened. He stood there, momentarily stunned, watching her retreat. A normal Alpha would have been incapacitated for at least an hour after sustaining such injuries, yet here was Zora, healing within mere minutes, her strength both admirable and infuriating.

In a fit of frustration, he kicked at the pile of medical supplies scattered on the floor, a mix of anger and confusion swirling within him. He exhaled a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair, cursing the gods for placing him in such a tormenting predicament.

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