บททั้งหมดของ Princess and her four Princes : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

~Bethany~Asad’s gaze brushes over every inch of me before hardening into a sharp, warning glare as he glances over my shoulder at the others.“If they’re bothering you, tell me. I’ll cast a restraining spell to force them to keep their distance.” He says to me.“Please try,” Olyon says in a challenging voice. I don’t bother glancing over my shoulder to see his expression since I’m sure he’ll have that same dark smirk that seems to get under everyone's skin.I walk right past Asad, too.Trailed by three Nobles who couldn’t define rejection if they had a dictionary shoved up their asses, I make my way to the back of a large cluster of Nobles in the open training ground.I try to settle my mind just in time to hear our instructor for today, Professor Fishbon, announce that we’ll be training in the woods.“Today, you will be finding hidden orbs in the woods. There are several orbs, which should be enough for half of the Nobles present, in the woods. Your task might sound simple, but it'

~Bethany~ It’s just as unexpected for me as it is for her when I find myself rounding a kick to the back of her knees so she’d fall flat on her face. She wasn’t prepared for my speed, but she shouts in anger when I straddle her back. She tries to reach back for me, but I grip her forearm, plant my foot on her upper back, and yank. Her shoulder dislocates with an audible pop. It’s a beautiful sound. “I hate it when people don’t know when to stop,” I tell her. “Also, you're very wrong. Don’t worry, I'll tell you where you're wrong.” I break the ulna bone in her forearm, and her scream splits through the forest. Sweet symphony “Firstly, I can defend myself. I'm neither waiting for the princes nor anyone else to rescue me. Never.” She struggles underneath me, twisting her other arm back frantically, but I snag that one, too, breaking her wrist and pinning it behind her in one smooth movement. She chokes on pain and fights harder beneath me, but it’s futile. “Secondly, Humans are

~Jayan~Every atom of my being is mortifyingly shocked at the weight and strength of Bethany’s punch. I’m one tough son of a bitch, but her punch was no joke.She walks away without a single glance back at the three of us, but there’s no way she can’t feel how hard we’re staring after her.Can she blame us? She looks so godsdamned fuckable in my shirt that affords us the opportunity of seeing her beautifully toned thighs for the first time ever.I can’t rip my eyes away from her delicious ass and the sway of her hips.Mine, my inner dragon growls with need.Hell yes, she is.“Bethany just…touched me,” I finally manage, coming back from my shock as a grin splits my face.“Yes, in precisely the only way any of us ever want to,” Asad mutters. Then he turns and glowers at me. “What did you do to piss her off like that?”I start to tell him I did nothing, but then I hesitate, frowning.‘Did I do something to upset Bethany?’Just the idea of mistreating my mate in some unknown way has my st

~Jayan~Bethany’s pretty little mouth quirks up in a deliciously evil smile, and she leans over, close enough that damp tendrils of her hair frame my face, and I stop breathing altogether, world screeching to a stop as I pray to all the gods that she's going to kiss me.But instead, she whispers, “You want more?"Her fingers skim the head of my cock.I grit my teeth as my hips jerk up of their own accord again, desperation and need taking the reins until all I can think about is getting more from her.More of anything, but especially her calling me a pretty pet.“Gods, I need it. Please,” I pant."Good answer. But you will have to earn it."Everything about her voice is smooth and deceptively gentle, yet there's that same powerful undertone in it that I'm realizing is always there.My mate is exceptional at hiding her emotions, but her mask is nowhere to be found as she smirks down at me, dark eyes glittering.She's the one calling the shots, and it's addictive.I am so fucked.I jerk

~Bethany~The Dean's assistant frowns, scratching his neck uncomfortably. “Well, obviously, death is always tragic...”“I don't think it is, over here. As I've come to understand it, the university Council only place phone calls to the families of deceased Nobles if they die here. What would warrant an investigation?”Once again, the Dean’s assistant is taken aback by my forwardness and plain truth.He seems reluctant to say anything before he finally caves, grumbling something about the princes and being on good terms.“This is supposed to be kept under wraps. It's the dean's order. He's currently out, he had an urgent meeting with the founding families over this incident.”Can this man just talk and stop beating about the bush for once in his godsdamn life!He looks around the corridor, before finally speaking. “Several students stumbled across the disturbing scene and reported to the faculty. A couple of miscreants built death altars with bodies placed on each altar. The bodies are