The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

“Time for the ranking,” the Captain growls, looking around at us with distaste. “You’re dressed in your grey candidate fatigues because you have not yet earned your Academy black. The bottom twenty percent of candidates will be cut at the end of the second week of candidacy. I suggest you take this seriously.”

The Captain surveys us, his eyes cold. “Today’s test,” he barks out, “measures what you won’t survive without at the Academy: physical prowess. Rafe Sinclair! Kenny Dextrin! You’re up – first blood wins!”

The Academy is famous for teaching its students the most cutting-edge methods and technologies – but first ranking is determined by a fist fight!?

The match is over shockingly fast. Rafe knocks Kenny down and bloodies his nose within thirty seconds.

When Luca Grant is called, I smirk a little. Luca dances around his opponent and taunts him for a while before whipping out a swift uppercut that knocks the other boy clean over. I bite my lip a little, admiring his technique – and the spread of his muscled shoulders – when to my horror I hear my own name.

Or at least, my pretend name.

“Ari Clark! Robert Brown!”

My jaw just drops open because – god, I’m such an idiot – but as long as I’ve been standing here watching, I’ve never thought about how I was going to have to do this!

I groan as I realize that I slipped into my Princess identity – I’m used to standing on the sidelines, watching Rafe and Jesse fight –

“Let’s go, Clark!” The Sergeant snaps when he sees that I haven’t stepped forward.

Rafe, next to me, sighs and puts a hand on my back, shoving me forward. I look back at him in shock but he just shrugs, his eyes clearly saying you wanted to join the Academy, kid.

Frantic, I turn to Robert, who is already stepping into a fighting stance. As he puts his fists up and I finally realize that I’m actually supposed to punch him, the candidates all around us start to shout and whistle.

on!” Robert shouts, urging me

I just stand

laugh uproariously and

they pick up a call: “Shrimp! Shrimp! Shrimp!”

spurs me on – and finally gets my wolf to pay attention to something besides that insane thing

him, she growls, stalking forward

my own fists the way Rafe and Jesse taught me to,

Everything goes black.

at me, peering again over the edge of my bunk. “Hey there, Shrimp,” he says, smirking at me, but not without sympathy. “How you feeling? He got you good.”

say something but pain instantly flares over my entire

injured nose, which I raise a

nose between his thumbs, pushing at it experimentally, which hurts like hell. I gasp and wince, but he

also, I can’t smell anything with my

I have no idea which of

think the

My wolf gleefully supplies, dancing around inside of me, ignoring my pain. Your mates! Both of them! Get up now, shift into

scowl, ignoring her and closing my eyes

my eyes, and then I scowl when I see a cellophane-wrapped sandwich

and I jump a little to see him

sigh dramatically, collapsing back

pact,” he says, shoving me lightly on the shoulder. “You die, mom kills me – then dad’s only got

little, but then I flinch when laughing hurts. “Hey,” I say, suddenly remembering that I missed the big

up behind him. “Of course he won!” Jesse says, looping a proud arm around Rafe’s shoulders. “You

being dramatic,” Rafe murmurs, shrugging Jesse off even though he can’t keep the

was like, bigger than Rafe, maybe – or at least as big – and totally brutal. You could