The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0802 Jackson looks around Ella's closet...kind of in wonder. His wolf growls in his soul, telling him to pay attention to the mission but...god, it's hard. This closet is...gigantic, and packed with stuff. More than just clothes and jewelry. Is that - is that a mini bar in that corner? And a coffee alcove in the back? "Okay," Ella sighs, coming through a door to... god, Jackson has no idea where. It does not lead to the Royal Bedroom, or to the bathroom so...it must go somewhere else. Another...wing of the closet? Where she keeps more stuff? In her hand Ella carries a heavy backpack that she hoists up with both hands. "I think you should be all set."

Jackson takes the backpack from her and easily swings it over one shoulder. "Thank you, Ella," he says, looking her quite seriously in the eyes. "I think this is right. It's the only thing I can think to do."

"I think so too," Ella says with a satisfied sigh, looking over the dark fatigues she stole from Dominic's military wardrobe, uniform which she was not surprised at all to find fit Jackson to near perfection. "The bag has all the supplies you need and...some stuff for Ari. Once you get her back."

Jackson nods once, eager to go.

"When you find her," Ella says, looking up at him with eyes that again shine with tears, "will you -"

A loud shout comes from the bedroom, or perhaps the living room beyond, making them both snap their heads towards the door.

"Come on," Ella says, all authority now as she strides for the bedroom door. "Leave the bag."

for the door. But she hurries and soon they're both across the bedroom and bursting into

behind her,

showing her the phone. Jackson's wolf whines in his chest as he looks around, desperate for a phone for the first time in his life, dying to know what on earth is going on. Cora and

his side. "It's fine," Rafe says, nodding as

to the pictures.

as Jackson sees that man by her side - the one he saw on the battlefield, the one the Sinclair's identified as the Atalaxian prince. But Jackson barely spares a glance for

King. Ariel, kissing his hand like she's so grateful to have the chance to do

it closer to his face like it will help him see better.

bothering you?" Rafe snaps,

murmurs, frowning at his friend, "she's not shaped like that. They must have used...duct

swearing allegiance to Atalaxia! She's taking

they probably

really seeing why Ariel's actions in the images are a big deal. Like Dominic