The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 6

I wake up in the middle of the night and groan a little with pain from my stiff muscles and my aching face. I prod at my nose, pleased to find that it’s already much better – the speed of wolf healing really is great, even though my nose is still too swollen to truly smell anything.

But as I sit up, I realize that the real problem here is that I am…grimy.

I’m completely covered in sweat and blood and my body feels…disgusting. I stick out my tongue as I survey myself, not even really able to believe that I was able to fall asleep like this. I mean, how much pain had I even been in?

A lot, my wolf reminds me, nudging me with her nose. Can we go find them now?

I scowl and mentally push her away, not able to think of it – or maybe just not wanting to, not right now. I mean, what the hell does it mean what do I even feel about any of this?

Did I imagine it?

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Or did…did two mating bonds actually snap into place yesterday afternoon, the day after I left Prince Asshole at the altar?

But no. That’s impossible. You get one fated mated – just one! And most people don’t even get that!

I don’t even know what one mating bond snapping into place feels like, let alone two. My wolf must be wrong – whatever happened must have just been…I don’t know, some kind of hormonal reaction to being around so many boys all at once.

I’m not wrong! she growls, snapping her teeth at my denial. But I ignore her again.

I quickly move to the wide communal bathroom at the end of the room. I grab a set of supplies from the waiting shelf and dash towards the shower stall. But when I pull back the curtain I gasp – actually gasp – in horror at the site before me. The floor and walls are covered in muck, and boy hair, and oh my god, is that even blood in the corner?

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I scowl at myself, hating this side of me that’s decidedly a Princess..

to

said on the way

hot bath all by myself. To get clean, and

about five minutes of searching for the

my shoulder to check that I’m actually alone, I strip off my clothes and fling off

I start on my body. As I run the bar of soap all over my skin, pampering myself a little as my muscles unwind, my mind turns to the question of battle magic, and just how

supposed to have some kind of magic, a gift from our Grandmother, the Goddess. Mom and Aunt Cora told us each about it when we turned sixteen, but…none of us have

much as a spark, no matter what we’ve tried. Mom tells us not to worry about it, that

to bring something like that out in me? And if

little, staring to feel, finally, like myself again. I even hum to myself a little bit, carried away by how good this feels.

the feeling is short lived because just as I set the soap aside and splash a handful of water up against my face, a

the hell are

instinctually dipping low into the pool so that I’m up to my chin in the opaque water, staring up at

terrified but unable to see who it

I reach the far side of the pool, terror streaking through me, the cloud covering the moon skates away

Another candidate

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not my brother

quite suddenly, that it’s Luca Grant – all

even doing here? And did you see a

can’t see my long hair knotted at the back of my neck, or any details about my body underneath the

soaping myself down I washed off all of the

mouth responds without me. “Um,” I say, pitching my voice a little lower. “No, I

says, standing and sighing as he shoves his hands in his pockets. “I’ve been getting bits and pieces of her scent all day…she’s got to be around, but I

to be able to smell