Free The Silver Eyed Prince (Highest Royal Coven of Europe) by VJ Dunraven

urope and every Royal family he had come across.
    The very same girl who stood on the steps at this very moment looking straight at him.
    Their eyes collided.
    Lightning shot through his veins.
    The lock that had imprisoned his heart all these years split wide open.
    A vortex of emotions rushed in.
    She more than enchanted him. She stirred a fire, a hunger, and possessiveness so blatant it shocked even himself.
    He devoured her with an avid gaze.
    Her beautiful face, captivating eyes, those pink lips ... he had to control himself from kissing her right there and then, in front of the entire school.
    But then, she demurely averted her gaze.
    It baffled him. He didn't expect this kind of reaction. He had hoped she would recognize him straightaway.
    Why didn't she?
    He frantically searched her thoughts.
    She was confused and awestruck. Well, actually—more like confused on why she was awestruck.
    And then it occurred to him.
    She had no idea who she was—or who he was to her! No inkling whatsoever that their destinies would soon clash and intertwine.
    Un-bloody-believable! After all this time, she wasn't ready for him!
    Trying his deuce best to conceal his disappoin tment, he convinced himself that he should walk away. Persuaded himself to give her more time. Summoned all his will-power to turn around, continue up the steps, and leave her behind—the girl he had waited, waited, and waited for ...
    For over a hundred years.

Chapter 8
    Social Hierarchy Class with Mr. Clark
     
           E lizabeth struggled to get the Prince off her mind as she followed Ben, Carlos, and Lela up the grand staircase to the third classroom in the left wing. How rude! She stewed, frowning. The jerk didn't even try to hide his disappointment! What—she's not cute enough for His Royal Highness' taste? She rolled her eyes heavenward. Ack! As if she cared. Although ... her lips curved into a secret smile, the guy's probably the hottest jerk she'd ever seen in this side of the universe. She grimaced . What a waste!
    “Let's sit over there.” Ben nudged her elbow and headed to the front row.
    “Where do you think you're going?” A burly boy stuck his leg out preventing Ben from passing through. “Faggots are not allowed in my row.”
    “Oh? And maggots are?” Ben arched an eyebrow at the boy's companions sitting on either side of him who a bruptly stopped laughing.
    “Watch your pie-hole!” the burly boy snapped.
    “Hey, maggot-head!” Carlos pushed past Ben. “Move your stinky foot before I kick it out of the way!”
    “Oh, yeah? You’re still the devo ted fag defender—huh, Carlos? Or should I call you Carla?” The boy stood up, towering a good five inches over Carlos. His friends flanked him on both sides. Around them the other kids waited, anticipating a fight.
    “Say that again and I’ll show you who the real man is between the two of us,” Carlos growled.
    “Carlos—don't.” Ben tugged at his arm. “It's not worth it.”
    “Come on.” Lela pulled on his ot her arm.
    Elizabeth stood anxiously next to Ben, hoping Ca rlos would listen.
    “If you think you can bully anyone here—you be tter watch it. I bet if you didn’t have these two maggots with you, Ben could knock you out with a pinky.” Carlos smirked.
    “Ooo . . .” the crowd chorused.
    Without warning the boy snarled, fangs bared. His hand flew, sharp claws drawn.
    Carlos ducked.
    Elizabeth watched in horror as his pointed talons whizzed past Carlos' head and zoomed towards Ben.
    She blocked it with her hand without a moment's hesitation.
    A collective gasp sounded in the room.
    “Whoa,” Lela said. “You got some reflexes.”
    Elizabeth stared at the boy's thick wrist in her tiny hand, suspended in mid-air. His claws were an inch away from swiping Ben's face. He angrily yanked his wrist out of her grip.
    “What's going on here?” A man with wild brows, thick mustache, and chic ken-nest hair called from the door. He peered at them with large, droopy