The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 102

Time moves strangely after that, at once standing completely still in my agony and. somehow, passing so fast that I barely understand it when the sun reaches its zenith, and then passes beyond it, and then starts to sink towards the horizon.

How how have hours past?

God, how have I survived them?

Though it all, Jackson and my pain have kept a steady pace. I do my best to curl myself against him, to make myself small and inconsequential, to not be a bother to this man who is running miles and miles across the countryside with me balanced in his arms.

The pain is….god, it drives me a little insane, I think, gnawing at my stomach and my leg. I can feel the blood dripping from me, at once agonizing and, somehow, a balm against the raw flesh of my wounds. I think I pass out…a lot, but regular infusions of Jackson’s magic keeps bringing me back, filling me with energy, making my eyes flutter open.

Always, always he’s glancing down into my face, checking to make sure that I’m okay

But, I mean, we’re both aware that I’m not okay.

But, somehow, I am alive.

And, somehow, he…keeps running.

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I’m vaguely aware, as the hours pass, that this part of the Examination was meant to be done in wolf form that he should have shifted by now and crossed this field at his top speed as his gigantic wolf. But even in his human body, carrying me? Frankly, Jackson’s faster than most cadet’s wolves. Only a few of them pass us, sending us side–long glances and not bothering to interrupt, knowing that Jackson would end them if they did.

Jackson’s breath only starts to flag when I feel his pace change. I lift my head, curious despite my haze of pain, wondering desperately if we’re at the end

If there will be a healer, here-

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Surely there has to be surely the Academy has medical staff waiting, knowing as they do that this is a violent Examination in which they’ve encouraged us to main each other, to get to the end.

I scowl a little, my mind wandering strangely as I make a mental note to have a deep conversation with my father and my uncle about this particular aspect of Academy life.

Because, quite frankly, I’m not sure I agree with these methods.

But will I ever live to see them again, to have that conversation?

I don’t have any tears, though all my liquids

murmurs, pulling me closer against

at him, a little baffled. “Really?” I whisper, and I’m startled by the cracked sound

he grimaces, glancing upwards. “Well, no.”

putting my head back against his chest. Not that it’s his fault – I just…god, I want it to end. All of it, the pain, the movement –

just want to sleep, curl up somewhere

back up at him, his voice cracking. in a way that breaks my

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forcing my head to nod. But it’s

not drag you for miles. across that field for you to give

mad at me. But something about it brings me back to myself, a little bit more. “Okay,” I whisper, nodding my head seriously now.

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little mad, again pressing his hand to my back and giving me more of his power, his energy, his magic. I feel the difference instantly, the boost, but all it does

ask,

don’t hate me, okay?” He stares into

and slings me over his shoulder. The moan that rips from me instantly turns into a yell, if not a

the wound. Instead, that faces inward, bumping awkwardly against Jackson’s head and sometimes his cheek as he begins to climb. Most of the time he

feel anything, because I start to pass out as Jackson moves, somehow miraculously balancing me the whole time. The only times I come to are when Jackson passes more magic, his palm pressed against my back or my side. These come more and more frequently as he

eyes do open, the world is increasingly black, and at first I think it’s because…. because I’m dying. But then I

doing, every step he’s taking, how close we are to the end. But some of them, blissfully, are the sweetest things I’ve ever

how long he thought about me, about what I’d look like. His surprise that I’m a

don’t. So instead I just hang limply over my mate’s shoulder, mourning the loss of this incredible bond

I can even as I

my own.

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only

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Jackson – he deserves a break in life,

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irony of that thought that Jackson needs a break, even when I’m the one dying over his shoulder, being hauled up a mountain. But Jackson laughs too, hearing or feeling my sentiments, and then he

I’m awake focus on dragging in the next breath as Jackson pulls me higher,

him stumble, and then suddenly stand and pause on his two

murmurs, panting. He passes me more magic and my eyes flutter, confused. I turn my head, tying to comprehend the weird