Their Hidden Princess (Zora) novel Chapter 118

Valentin

In an instant, Valentin released Bella, and the sound of her heeled shoes clattering against the floor echoed in the locker room, a reassuring indication that she was unharmed. His gaze, however, remained fixated on Zora, the turmoil of emotions swirling in her eyes like a tempest.

He could see the rage flickering in her expression, mingling with jealousy and an unmistakable hurt that twisted his insides. Each emotion washed over her like waves crashing against a rocky shore, and it left a heavy ache in his chest. When she shook her head, a gesture steeped in disbelief, it felt like a dagger to his heart. Without a word, she turned and fled the locker room, leaving Valentin with a profound sense of loss. He couldn’t help but lower his head, the weight of regret pressing down on him.

“What a little creep,” Bella scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. Valentin’s eyes snapped to her, a glare that could have burned through steel.

“Get out,” he warned, his voice low and laced with an edge that made it clear he was not in the mood for games.

“What?” Bella shot back, her tone sharp as a knife. She stepped closer, her hand brushing against his lower stomach, an unwelcome invitation that made his skin crawl. “But we haven’t finished.”

With a swift motion, Valentin seized her wrist, stopping her hand before it could venture further. He narrowed his eyes, the tension between them palpable. It was painfully obvious that she was oblivious to his current state of mind.

“Get. Out.” His voice was a growl now, a command that left no room for negotiation.

Bella yanked her wrist free, a flash of anger in her eyes as she turned on her heel, her heels clicking sharply against the tile as she stormed out of the shower area. Once outside, she flicked her hand over her body, using her magiks to dry her drenched clothes with a practiced ease. She glanced back at Valentin, her long black hair curling at the ends, framing her face with an air of defiance.

“This obsession you have with her,” Bella spat, her voice laced with venom. “It ends. I will not be embarrassed by a weak, whore of an Alpha.”

Valentin felt his jaw tighten, the words striking a nerve. He bit down on his tongue, fighting the urge to reveal Zora’s true nature. Weak? Whore? The very thought was laughable. Zora was the Highest Alpha in this school, a force to be reckoned with, and Bella was nothing but a shadow in comparison.

“Noted,” he replied through clenched teeth, his irritation simmering just beneath the surface. “Now get out before someone else sees you.”

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