บททั้งหมดของ THE UNLIKELY PAIR: THE PRINCESS AND THE TRAITOR’s SON: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

VICTORIA’s POV Sasha and I walk into the living room to find our newest members scattered across the sofa, their attention on the big screen before them. When they notice our presence, one of them, a young girl with sharp green eyes, her blonde hair cut so short it almost gives her a boyish appearance, peels away from the group and approaches Sasha and me. She gets on one knee before me, bends her head, with one of her hands resting on her knees. “I want to be your eaglet,” she states boldly. It is customary in Eagles House for the most senior members to pick a new student to mentor. The other girls gasp at her boldness. We pick out eaglets, not the other way round. I look down at the girl, my eyes assessing her. She doesn't flinch at my piercing stare, which is impressive, but her arrogance irritates me. What gives her the right to think she could offer herself as my eaglet? I am not interested in mentoring anyone. “Not interested,” I mutter coldly and walk p

The sound of her heels striking the cafeteria's limestone floor echoed with power and authority. You wouldn't believe that one so young could wield such a commanding presence. Definitely befitting of the royal heir. The tense atmosphere in the cafeteria rose a few notches. I could feel the students' excitement as they anticipated her involvement. On my part, every part of my body, even the part that I had believed dead to me, roared to life. The rush of blood through my veins made me feel so flushed, and my pulse. Racing like I just ran a marathon. She always sees me in one sort of trouble or another. What must she think of me? I have never cared about what people thought of me—usually bad or derogatory once they learn who I am, so why bother —but with her, I want— What? I couldn't finish that thought because, honestly, I do not know what I want from her. The emotions she rouses in me confuse me and are ones I have never had to deal with. I feel the girl next to me gro

The way she is smiling at me makes me believe she is up to no good. She has a mischievous twinkle in her chocolate-brown eyes. I have observed this game from the corners, and know that picking truth portrays you as a coward, and I am no coward. I look the girl squarely in the eyes, stumbling subtly when she doesn't flinch when our eyes meet. She doesn't look uncomfortable or freaked out staring into my golden orbs. She acts as if it is a normal occurrence to see people with golden irises. I guess when their leader has a purple pupil, nothing else would bum them out. “Dare.” “Wow!” She claps excitedly at the single word that left my lips in a soft and low-muttered sound. The glint in her eyes brightened, making me a little nervous. She is really up to something. “Behave, Sasha,” the Princess warns coldly, without looking at the girl. She, too, seems to know that her friend is up to no good. “That is not what you said in the shower this evening,” the girl purrs, staring at

Naked, I stepped into the shower, turned it on, and moved under the warm spray. A few minutes later, I feel a body heat behind me, before Blaise's masculine arms circle my waist to rest on my mid-rift. He pushes his face into the curve of my neck, kissing my skin softly. I could feel the hard imprint of his manhood against my buttocks, and it irritated me. I hate how Blaise automatically assumes consent just because we are dating. “No.” He doesn't stop kissing my neck at my icy refusal of his affection; instead, he tries to sweetly cajole me into giving in to what he wants. “Come on, Princess,” he whispers, trailing his lips down to my shoulder, how long are you going to deny me? His hands slowly move up to palm one of my breasts while his breathing heightens. I felt his desire in his heavy breathing, his hardening cock, and heavy petting, but none of these evoked any feelings from me. Before his hand could reach my breast, I grabbed it and turned within his embrace to look

My appearance on the stage left the crowd confused. Many of the students in the crowd weren't there at the attack and, as such, didn't expect the person in question to be me. I didn't waste words defending myself because I saw no reason to. This is not a popularity contest, nor a contest of strength. I am not here to prove myself against Rishi, but to prove myself to her. I am not a coward, and I will prove it. The atmosphere around the arena suddenly changes, announcing the arrival of a new person. There is only one person who can trigger such an electrically charged atmosphere. It is her. I looked in her direction and suddenly found myself out of breath. She is breathtaking in every aspect. I couldn't stop staring, even when she turned her head, and our eyes met. I hated that she stood beside the blonde boy. She is mine! This possessive feeling felt strange, but right at the same time. A mocking snort shifts my attention from the Princess to the boy on the sta