Secret Heir (Dynasty #1)(40)

“I can’t believe you actually wore it—you really are a shameless whore. Just like your mother—you filthy human bastard.”

I lose it then. My intention was to come here and give these fuckers a piece of my mind but Layla’s words make me lose my shit. In fact, everything about her smug little face does.

I pull my fist back and punch her squarely on the mouth.

There’s a round of gasps and the room erupts with movement, but I don’t register any of it.

“You little bitch!” Layla screams, clutching her bloodied mouth.

She lunges for me and someone shouts, “Cat fight!”

I dodge her easily, then throw another punch. This time my fist lands squarely on her throat and she’s choking and gasping for air as she hits the tiled floor.

I jump on top of her then, straddling her as she thrashes underneath me.

“Don’t you ever talk about my mom, you fucking bitch. Ever.”

She’s screaming as she’s trying to claw at my face. The entire class is gathered around us now, and I can hear people calling out, but I can’t make out a single word through my rage. I think I see the teacher standing there, but he does nothing to stop the fight, which is typical of this place. The rules don’t apply to the Dynasty heirs.

“Get off me, you crazy whore.”

I land a punch to her perfect little nose and I feel wetness on my knuckles. Blood.

I feel something shift in the air then, something gathering. My eyes dart to Layla’s hand where a ball of flame is building. Shit. It’s then I remember exactly what I’m dealing with here. I may be able to hold my own in a fist fight, but these people aren’t normal people—they are fucking gods and this girl is about to incinerate my ass.

I feel a pair of strong arms pull me back, just as the ball of flame is about to turn into a flamethrower. My back hits a solid wall of muscle and I hear Raph’s voice from behind me.

“Layla, put the fire out.”

I’m too shocked to register that Raph is intervening on my behalf, and my shock is mirrored in everyone else’s faces.

Baron doesn’t seem too surprised, but Lance and Keller are both looking at Raph as if he’s the one standing there practically naked.

Layla scrambles to her feet and she looks furious.

“Are you kidding me—you’re sticking up for this bitch? Have you lost your goddamn mind, Raph?” she screams. The fire is out, but she’s lunging for me again. Something in Raph’s eyes makes her stop short.

“Don’t fucking touch her, Layla. I swear.” His voice is deathly calm, but I know that that’s when he’s at his most dangerous. Everyone here seems to know it, too.

My whole body is shaking with adrenaline and I think that Raph must be able to feel it, because his arms tighten around me momentarily and I think I must be imagining it.

“What the fuck is going on here, Raph? You started all of this—you hate this whore!”

He ignores Layla and takes the towel from around his neck, draping it over my body.

Her words snap me into action then. Because she’s right—Raph did start all of this. He’s the fucking King of this place, he put the label on me, he made the promise to make my life a living hell. If it wasn’t for him, none of this would even be happening. So what if he just stopped his bitch girlfriend from flame throwing my ass. He probably only did it because he wants to get the killing strike in himself.

Fuck him. Fuck them all.

“Get your fucking hands off me,” I shout as I push Raph away. “I don’t need your help. All of this is your fault in the first place. So, just leave me the fuck alone.”

Raph looks stunned and his eyes darken to a midnight blue. He looks angry, though I couldn’t care less.

Turning on my heel, I walk away from the mess.



“What the hell, Jazmine?” Dani whispers. We’re in the library after classes, studying for tomorrow’s trigonometry test—it’s one of those times when I wish that Eden wasn’t so similar to Earth. I mean who would’ve thought that you could move to a whole different realm and still have to take the same exams?

But Dani doesn’t seem to be interested in passing tomorrow’s test, she’s more interested in grilling me about my earlier fight with Layla instead.

“I’m not saying that Layla doesn’t deserve it. God, if anyone here deserves a punch to the mouth, it’s definitely her. But she’s the queen bee for a reason—she’s going to kill you, Jazmine. Like gut you from head to toe and eat your insides for breakfast.”

I grimace at the mental image.

“Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Dan.”

“Although, she’s only the queen bee because Raph’s always had her back … but now I hear he’s backing someone else.”

She looks at me pointedly, and I duck my head to pretend to study the formula on the page.

“Are you fucking him?”

My head snaps up as I stare at her wide eyed. Totally stunned at her choice of words.

“What? Of course not!” I hiss back. I’m blushing so furiously, that Dani starts eyeing me curiously. I don’t like it.

“Wait—you’re not a—”

I say nothing as I go back to pretending to analyze the formula in the textbook.