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 -

to my feet, a bright

someone wraps their hand around my bicep, pulling me

man murmurs, yanking me

skin is starkly pale, his dark hair combed back from his temples, and he stares at

instantly flaring in me. Because he looks like...but no, I can't put it together. I shake myself, panting, not understanding why I recognize this man

stock still in my soul just...staring at

I hear his footsteps pounding towards me, see

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 set him

his hand, a circle of that blue light

in my soul, skittering away

more than a puddle of oil that clings to his legs. His wolf, that's

stands on the

...of a bond...

close to me. And even as Jackson's footsteps pound

can't take

mate's scream

head, continuing to try to set him aflame - to

a single flare of heat rises