The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0252

My brother, seeing the very real grief on my face, stands and moves to my side, pulling into a hug. “You’re getting the best end of this deal,” he murmurs after a moment. Then Rafe loosens his arms and stands between me and my mates, not letting them see the sadness written in every line of me because he knows I need to stand strong in this decision that I need to make it myself, without them.

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“I know,” I whisper, my heart breaking as my brother wipes the two tears that fall quickly off of my cheeks, not wanting them to see. “I get it…it’s just…god, Rafe, I can’t imagine…”

“I know,” he murmurs, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to my forehead. “But neither can they. I think it’s right, Ariel or if not right, then the fairest. We can – we can talk to mom and Cora when we get home. Maybe talk to the Goddess? See…see if we can get a better perspective. But for right now, this makes peace.”

I take a deep breath, looking up into my brother’s face, and then I nod, working hard to steady myself. When he sees that I’m in control again, Rafe turns around, slipping a

protective arm around my shoulders and looking between Luca and Jackson. “So, we’re good with this? We’re agreed?”

“Well, what’s the timeline?” Luca asks, frowning, his hand sunk into his pockets.

set timeline,” Rafe replies, looking down at me with a nod. “When

what, we could do this

glaring at him a little. “You’ve already asked her to choose one mate today, and it’s already breaking her heart. Stop trying to pin it

hanging his head, but after a moment he nods,

doesn’t reply to him, just holding me with his dark–blue gaze.

I think not even realizing that he said it aloud as he looks between all of us. And

none of us having any idea,

we all give a collective flinch as the sound of bells peels out from somewhere in the castle.

turning towards the sound.

is that?” I ask, turning my head almost as if I could see them, though obviously I can’t. “Since when does

tradition!” Jesse shouts, jumping up from the couch and hopping over the back of it, darting for his bed. “End of term! Shit, the train

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gasp, suddenly realizing the gravity of this – I haven’t packed at all, not a stitch spin towards my nook. But as I rip the

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