The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0776 Chaos erupts the moment that they touch, exploding all around us.

Roger screams my name, reaching for me as I reach for Jackson, wanting his touch - wanting his power - because I know I can help it - I know I can fix this -

"Ariel!" Rafe screams, reaching for me too.

"Rafe, she'll fucking burn you!" Jackson shouts, stepping away from me for a second - just a second - to shove him away.

But it's all that it takes.

The shell hits. And explodes.

Suddenly I'm flying through the air, screaming in pain and fear as my body is tossed to the side. I hit hard on my back and struggle to draw breath, but it doesn't matter - it can't matter.

I force myself to roll, pressing my palms to the ground, pushing myself up, frantically scanning through the dust and the dirt. And then I drag in a rasping breath that's half gasp and half sob as I see all three of them getting to their knees, looking for each other and for me -

I moan, because they're all right. Rafe, and Jackson, and Roger - they're okay - just thrown apart, like me. I push harder at my hands, taking a mental inventory of my own body. Because I'm hot - god, I'm so hot - but I'm also all here, and relatively unhurt, as far as I can tell.

Good, I think, nodding as I struggle to my knees and sweat pours down my face. Now we can get back to work.

My wolf bares her teeth, nodding, urging me forward to get back to the fire, to help and do whatever we

can -

just as I push to my feet, a bright flash

hand around my

little girl," the man murmurs, yanking me to his side. "Not so

dark hair combed back from his temples, and

me. Because he looks like...but no, I can't put it together. I shake myself, panting, not understanding why I recognize this man who I know I've never seen before. Because I would have remembered it - remembered that scent - like ozone and salt and jasmine. That...that incredible

stock still in my

Jackson shrieks, and I hear his footsteps pounding towards me, see him grab for the weapon strapped to

low and sultry hum, ridiculous in this horrible war where shells explode all around us. He pulls me closer to him and my lips peel back in a snarl as I whip my hand up, intending to smack him - hard - across the face. To

in his hand, a circle of

that," he snarls, glaring hard down at me. My wolf howls in my soul, skittering away from him. Wrong, wrong, she murmurs, shaking, staring

His wolf, that's dripping in that blackness, his eyes alight with that same blue flame just...staring out into the

who...who stands on

...of a bond...

me. And even as

can't take

mate's scream is

to try to set him aflame - to get him away

a single flare of heat rises