The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0697

A wild grin crosses my face as I fix my eyes on the ball of paper and set it ablaze before it even stops rolling. It only takes a second longer to pull on Luca's wind to lift the fire higher, creating a tiny whirlwind of flame just above the table, feeding it with Jackson's power after the paper itself fully disintegrates. Experimenting, being quite careful, I push on the wind, lifting the flames into the air and letting them spiral.

When I feel quite in control, I let it ride, powered by my bonds but not pushing it left or right. "So, it's kind of like that," I say, turning to my dad and Roger with a shrug.

They just stare at it in the air, their mouths open in awe.

"She's playing it cool," Tony says, glancing at me from the side of his eye with a smirk. "It's this, but like, a thousand times that size."

"How...how big can you go?" Roger asks, glancing at me before returning his eyes to the flame, fascinated.

"Um, we're not totally sure," I say, glancing over at Jacks.

"Really big," Jackson says, answering for me with absolute confidence, his own eyes on the magic before us. "Really, really big." "Jesse?" I say, inviting him to join in.

"Yes, finally, thank you, you big attention hog," he murmurs, making me laugh, but only because I know he's not really jealous. Dad and Roger actually gasp when Jesse's shadows are added, leaning forward to study what we can do.

truly amazing at night," Rafe murmurs, likewise watching, unable to draw his

to the Alpha King and his Duke, who just

the room in a few long strides, sweeping me up in his arms and holding me tight before I even really know what's happening. I gasp,

nearly choked with pride. "My amazing little girl - god, Ariel, you're such a

as

turn my face up to his. He cups my cheek in his palm, looking down at me, his eyes crowded with tears. "I'm so proud of you, darling," he murmurs, his whole heart in his face. "If this does what I think it can, then I think you may have just turned the tide of this war I think...god, Ariel,

close against my dad's shirt as he again

mean, I helped," Jesse says, only a

laughing, which

which my cousin, in

half an hour later,

that it will not be on the agenda tonight. "Too new," my father says, shaking his head, his mind clearly working on the problem. In the meantime, though, those in command decide

my little team

small, non-magical role.

ourselves for battle, primarily by changing into uniforms that mark us