The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0349

Luca, I'm horrified to see, is not the same as he was at the beginning of the fight. Gone is the brash young man, all confidence and vigor. Now, as Ben said, all that's left is the bulldag: grim determination, his jaw set as he moves into the ring.

The Atalaxian, I can see, is likewise changed. He knows he has the advantage now-knows that Luce has quite a literal soft spot in his side. And as they come back together, the Atalaxian goes right for it.

My eyebrows raise, my breath hitching as Luca dodges the fist that the Atalaxian aims directly for his wounded rib, as Luca moves nimbly away and dodges around to his opponent's side, landing a blow on the Atalaxian's cheek that makes him stumble back.

As I watch I feel my fingers slip on my bond with Luca, desperate to know how he's feeling kind of shocked, really, at how much the emptiness echoes between us now that I've closed it off. I hadn't realized, I guess, how much information I was getting down the bond from him- even when I wasn't trying to, even when he's far away.

But the moment that his emotions start to seep through again it's immediately blinding pain, and I gaso - my knees going a bit weak and I squeeze my fingers shut.

Luca - how is he doing this? How is he still fighting when his body is in that much agony?

The Atalaxian turns towards him now, working hard to back Luca into the ropes again. I clench my hands under my chin as I watch Luce fight hard to change the flow of the fight, to be on the offense instead of the defense. But the Atalaxian - he's got his teeth in it now.

Suddenly, the tice shifts again and my mouth falls open in a gasp as I see the Luca shoot out one hell of a punch, connecting directly with the Atalaxian's already-bloody nose-

Luce left his

precisely what the

Atalaxian almost smiles as he winds his arm up and punches, hard-bone-shatteringly hard into Luca's

crumple against the pain, dodging his body desperately away from the Atalaxian's fist, and in

away from his face, precisely the opening that the Atalaxian was waiting for

fist ripping across Luca's ear and cheek with a sickening smack that

mine caries out over them all as I stare at my

in my desperation to get closer.

to the center of the ring with his fists still up, like he's ready to punch Luca down

- he

my lungs, like I can't pull it in any deeper, and I can't see anything - anything else in the

ref clodges over, looking down

response from

my horror, begins to

desperately around now, knowing