The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 15

“Ari,” Rafe hisses, trying to get my attention in the sparring circle next to me.

But I can’t take my eyes off of Jackson, who stares at the floor in front of us, rolling his shoulders back. God why is he even stretching – it’s not like he’s going to have to expend any energy at all to push me out of this circle – he could probably just growl at me and I’ll run screaming out of it myself –

“Ari!” Rafe hisses, and I snap my attention to him. “You can’t forfeit,” he whispers hastily, searching my face to ensure I understand. “If you do, you’ll be disqualified. Just try not to fall, all right? Just engage once, stay on your feet, and let him push you out –”

“Begin!” the Captain shouts at the front of the room.

–

Rafe hesitates, glancing between me and Ben, who steps into the ring, his staff clutched in his hands.

I nod hastily to Rafe, letting him know that I understand.

Then I look at Jackson – or, more correctly, up at Jackson, whose eyes are on me now. God, he just seems to keep going up, like a mountain – did he get like, taller? Since the last time I saw him?

Did I shrink?

“Come on,” Jackson grumbles, his voice flat as he nods towards the center of the circle, telling me to get inside. “Let’s get this over with.”

I stare at him, my legs locking in fear – or in something –

–

Because, as much as I need to concentrate on surviving this getting out of this ring as fast as I can – I just can’t stop wondering…

– on doing what Rafe

says and

…what the hell my grandmother the Goddess was thinking when she picked this guy as my

mate.

My eyes sweep over him again, and while he is obviously an impressive physical specimen, he’s just so brutal. There’s absolutely nothing about Jackson McClintock that looks capable of being soft, or kind, or making me laugh. Everything about him looks built for violence and cruelty- there is nothing there that’s sweet.

When I think about fated mates, I think about mom and dad, or Aunt Cora and Uncle Roger, whose personalities seem to have been made for each other. Mom’s soft side evens out dad’s harsh edges, but still deep down, they’re both fierce, dedicated, and loving. They even have the same weird sense of humor.

This guy? He’s…he’s supposed to match me?

I just stare at him, shaking my head in disbelief when he snaps his eyes up to mine.

of his eyes flashing in demand, his words harsh enough to make me

little in distaste. “Are you even going to raise that?” he asks, nodding towards my staff. “Or should

in the way he says that, the complete derision

kindles something

pissed as I am. This guy might be twice

going to win the easiest bout of his life,

1. it.

that, my wolf snaps. Even if he’s our

her

sentiments are right, she says ridiculous

my hands on the staff, falling into the stance they just spent hours

murmurs, his words barely audible over the sounds of sticks banging against each other and bodies

to myself, remembering Rafe’s words. Don’t let him get me to

other, looking for openings, but he strikes quick as a cobra, taking advantage of his larger size and charging for me with a wide swing of his staff. Panicked, I leap to the side with a little yelp, ducking to avoid the of wood that probably would have cracked my

sweep

Rafe and Jesse, and I move in closer, knowing that he has $ chance of hurting me if he can’t use his whole

is short–won, because before I can comprehend what’s happening he gives a bellow, spins

as my back smacks against the mat. As I gasp for air all

can get to the edge of the circle, that if I get close Jackson can push me out

hand and looping it over my head so that it presses against my neck. When he pulls back, I’m lifted onto my knees, my back pressed to his

–

I can’t concentrate on that as I gasp, desperately pressing my hands against the staff, trying to get it away from me, but

word above me. I nod frantically,

someone shout – Rafe but I

not interfere!” someone

–

told you,” Jackson continues, lowering his head so that his mouth is close to my ear

whatever I can to communicate that I’m giving up – that

–

slack, and the

are shut as my face presses to the mat. I press my

shoulder, spinning me – my back hits the floor hard

above me, his eyes flaring. I gasp as I realize that he’s losing control

if he does that, I’m a goner –

shout, my hands going up, pressing to his chest, desperate to – I don’t know him off of me? Or to remind him that he’s a man and that he can’t

–

to get