The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0779 I just stare at my mate, my mouth hanging open and my eyes going wide as I suddenly realize why his features were so familiar.

because...

Suddenly, his familiar face makes sense. My mind flashes to the meeting at Midwinter, when the Atalaxians declared war - to Ben's mate, and the flare of connection between us -

Because - I mean, this isn't him- but his face...

They're nearly identical. Which means...this man...a Prince of Atalaxia...

"Yes," he murmurs, smirking as he sees my recognition before turning away from me now and keeping a

hand tight on the back of my neck like a wayward pup. "You'll be quite the prize, Princess."

He shoves, then, hard and I go stumbling forward towards -

Towards a little electric cart or something that's right in front of me. I blink at it, wondering how of all absurd things... that got here. And what-

But then I gasp, realizing that he's taking me away. That I'm being taken somewhere else. And that if I want to go home

I groan, closing my eyes, again calling on that dark power, demanding to return to the battlefield, to my true mate and my brother and my uncle

But nothing happens. Of course it doesn't. The cuffs on my wrist hum with power.

laughs, grabbing my arm and hauling me towards

me hard towards the seat. I stumble forward, my hands hitting the side of the cart hard, my knees barking as they

behind me, grabbing me below the arms and lifting

spinning, glaring up at him. "I'm

pops it open, leaning towards me, aiming for

shove him away

vehicle and tilting the vial against my lips. "God damn it, drink, or I'll beat you,

his point he cuffs me, hard, across the head. I gasp in pain, which flares across my

cough against it, trying to spit

it's heady, strong

fade as I look up into my mate's beautiful

make him burst into flames and reduce him to ash... God,

me hard against the cheek as my body goes

my consciousness fades, the last thing I remember is being lifted

then I'm gone, completely lost to this world too. This new world,

girl trotting eagerly before him. Jesse, in turn, is exhausted, trudging

She doesn't respond.

groans, loud and frustrated, before he stops and

turns, frowning at him.

your

hill' like, eight hours ago," he says, shaking his head at her, exhausted and thirsty and hungry "Do you like....have a different conception of

grins at him. "Oh Jesse, you're so funny," she sighs, turning back around and