บททั้งหมดของ THE UNLIKELY PAIR: THE PRINCESS AND THE TRAITOR’s SON: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Sasha stares at me, her smart eyes searching the depth of my eyes as if she is looking for something inside my brain, her expression thoughtful. I wait, my heart racing mildly. I usually don’t care about people’s opinions of me, but at that moment, I really wanted to know how I ranked against the new boy. I have always thrived on being the best, a position that has never been threatened since I walked through the gates of Astra, until now. “I plead the fifth,” Sasha answers, a cheeky grin on her face. I blinked at her answer, momentarily shocked that she tried to trick me. Taking advantage of my stillness, my friend tried to run away, but I moved faster than a human eye could observe to block her way. “Princess,” she chuckles nervously, taking a step back when she sees the look on my face. “I need an answer.” The seriousness of my voice stops her backward movement, and she stares squarely into my eyes, no longer playing around. “You want to know?” I nod. “I don’t ask que

We are all standing under the morning sun, waiting for the Queen’s convoy to grace the gates of our school when Sasha, out of the blue, comments. “Where did you go last night?” She doesn't look at me when she asks, but rather keeps her gaze ahead, as if there is something interesting about the school fence on the other side of the courtyard walling us in. She stands beside me, Cat on the other side of me, Isabelle beside Cat. The boys stand slightly far apart. The morning sun, though not harsh, still feels uncomfortable to stand under. I am not looking forward to my mother’s visit, especially in the light of what happened. I am certain she would find a way to make it my fault. My relationship with the Queen is very salty, as we are always butting heads about one thing or the other. Outwardly, I stifle my reaction to Sasha’s question; inwardly, my heart skips a beat as I remember where I was and what happened between Jesse and me. And no, we didn't fuck. When he rea

VICTORIA's POV After Dad excused himself to attend to something, Mum ordered the Principal to leave the room. “I need to speak to my daughter.” Just saying those words in her icy, regal voice had the Principal scribbling for the door like a student. Just us, and the room grew visibly smaller, the air tighter, and the atmosphere more tense. Mother peered at me through her long lashes, her piercing stare scrutinizing my face in deafening silence. I could hear my heartbeat, but outwardly I remained calm, waiting for her to speak. Mum loves to play these kinds of mind games. A few minutes elapsed before her deep alto shatters the silence. “You saved him.” Three-letter words muttered in a matter-of-fact voice, but with far deeper meaning than is literally conveyed. I wouldn't be her daughter if I didn't understand the implied words. “He is a student. It is my duty.” I did my best to keep my tone at the same level as hers and tried not to be defensive. Mother is highly per

I settled down to have my lunch, restless and uneasy in my soul. I refused to accept that the Princess’s cold attitude earlier had hurt. Proudly, I stubbornly clung to the belief that I didn't care. That it didn't matter. I tried to dismiss what happened between us at the sick bay. To relegate it as a lapse in judgment. Yet, as I sat in the noisy cafeteria, playing with my food, while the rest of the room chatted among themselves, my heart burned with a pain that I refused to acknowledge. Stubbornly, I refused to look in her direction despite the desperate yearning of my heart to look. Did she not feel it? Is she playing with me? The second had me clenching my fist around my fork, my jaw clenched so tight that it hurt. “Are you trying to snap that fork into two?” Santana mutters as she joins me. She wasn't alone. Anakin, Moksh was with her. The way this trio clings to my side, one would begin to think we are friends. But I don't have friends; I don't need them either. I

JESSE’s POV Never in my life have I ever felt so much strain on my control. With the Princess pressed so tightly against me, I could barely breathe, let alone think. Scratch that. I could think, but the problem lies with where my mind is drifting. Why does she have to feel so soft, and her scent? I have never smelled anything so feminine, so delicate, and so her. As my body grew so aware of her body pressed against mine, it began to react—first my breathing. I did my best to regulate it, but I could feel my chest rising faster than usual. My pulse thundered against my veins and my heart. The little traitorous organ pounded like it was trying to sound an alarm. I was so focused on trying to regulate my breathing so as not to give away my increasing desire that I lost track of something. I wouldn't have noticed if the Princess hadn't drawn my attention to it. “Mmhmm,” she gently cleared her throat, causing me to look down at her. Her beautiful purple eyes twinkled with humo