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?

Rafe, and the rest of our family and friends. "Luca's beat bigger guys before

adds, stepping closer and glancing at me, I think wanting to offer support and encouragement. My eyes go up a little

championship boxer," Rafe says, casting a hand out towards the ring. "Just like that guy right there. The size difference means more when they both have the same education

ring. "I hear what everyone's saying - but Luca's fast, and he's determined. Small guys win fights all

as he stares up at the Atalaxian

and then Luca and the Atalaxian champion spring away from each

my spine stiffens, and my eyes go wide as I place my hands

The fight has started.

or worse,

and the Atalaxian circle each other, the announcer quickly gives a short biography of both. Luca's I know

nothing to settle my

with which they move. The Atalaxian's right arm shoots out,

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