The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0343

I snap my eyes back to my uncle and a rush of gratitude runs through me that he's not lying or sugar coating this to make me feel better. "Luca could get seriously hurt if he fights," Roger says, holding my gaze.

"Well, don't let him fight!" I gasp, spinning back to the edge of the box, leaning over it and staring horrified at Luca, who pushes himself up from the ropes and moves to the center of the ring, where the Atalaxian boxer is moving as well.

Rafe grabs my arm, holding me back. "It's too late, Ari," Rafe growls. "He's clearly taking the fight. He knows what's at stake. He's seeing what we're seeing and he knows what it means better than we do, surely. But clearly, he's taking it."

I watch in horror as Luca steps close to the Atlaxian champion, staring with grit up into his face, Luca's arms hanging loose at his sides. There's confidence in every line of him - so much of it that it makes me second-guess how freaked out I am.

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If this match gave him no chance to win - surely he'd back down.

Right?

rest of our family and friends. "Luca's beat bigger guys before -

wanting to offer support and encouragement.

boxer," Rafe says, casting a hand out towards the ring. "Just like that guy right there. The size difference means

shakes his head, crossing his arms. "Luca is...a bulldog," he murmurs, staring down into the ring. "I hear what everyone's saying

on my mate down below as he stares up at the Atalaxian champion, both of them listening to the ref's instructions and nodding

Ref claps his hands, hard, once, and then Luca and the Atalaxian champion spring away from each other, tapping their gloves against each other just once

and my spine stiffens, and my eyes go wide as

The fight has started.

for better or

Atalaxian circle each other, the announcer

does nothing to

at the speed with which they move. The Atalaxian's right arm shoots out, quick as an adder, heading right

letting the arm float over his head, and then uses the power of his crouch to launch himself back up, twisting his body