The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0728

"I'll get the kitchen to send the strawberry ice cream she likes," Ben murmurs, feeling utterly useless but thinking that it's better than nothing. He strides for the dumbwaiter. Rafe doesn't follow. Instead, he just collects the gauze that Jesse dropped and continues dabbing at the wound on Ariel's neck, doing his best to clean it for her.

"You just hang in there, baby trouble," he whispers, leaning close. "We'll take care of you. We've got you now."

Ariel just lays perfectly still. Deep down, Rafe is glad that she's not awake. Because when she does come around? God, but the reality of Luca's rejection is just... ...going to destroy her.

Jackson snarls as Luca's scent gets thicker in the air. He's been running for an hour, chasing him. God, fuck but Grant's fast. If he wasn't, Jackson would have caught him long before now.

But Grant's endurance has nothing on Jackson's.

Jackson snarls and picks up speed, almost tasting that bastard's blood on his tongue.

a field. Grant walks on two feet now, his steps dragging, his shoulders slumped, his head down. Jackson growls and sprints, closing the distance,

course he does, Jackson is making no attempt at stealth. Luca spins, snarling, his hands already balled into fists, ready to take on the world. When Jackson is close enough to leap Grant screams his fury aloud into the air, a torrent of sound and misery and abjection. But

flying towards him through the air. Welcomes

the last minute Jackson shifts in the air, his hand already clenched as he returns to his human body, his fist flying through the air and connecting solidly against Luca's jaw

fucking bastard!" Jackson shouts, his voice rough

to the side and he stumbles away, moaning

advances, raising his fist again. But Luca's faster, as usual, and whips his hands up, hitting Jackson

the pain in his jaw, but he brings his hands up in his fighter's stance, ready to go again if Jackson approaches. "I fucking left - isn't that enough!? You

it in!?" Jackson

shoulder. Luca blocks but still goes stumbling to the side under the sheer weight and force of Jackson's body. They're not boxing, after all - and they both know that Jackson has the advantage when there aren't any rules. "You fucking marked her! You claimed

screams, still stumbling, exhausted and trying to catch his balance. "That bitch is all yours -" Jackson roars and steps close, smacking Luca hard

in whatever blows and punches he can, giving Jackson everything he has with no attempt to block