The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0809 "The mating ceremony is...postponed?" Pippa gasps, looking up at her Alpha with wide eyes. "Yes," Gabriel drawls, crossing his arms and continuing to glare at me, looking me up and down like I planned this all even though I have no idea what's going on. "Apparently Ariel's people have sent a delegation. And that fool we call a King has accepted them into the palace for negotiation, completely ignoring my suggestion for how they should be treated."

"W-what was your suggestion?" I ask, my heart in my throat. Because I think I already know his answer. Gabriel just smirks back at me.

Elias sighs, rubbing a tired hand over his forehead. "My esteemed brother ordered that they all be beheaded at the door. Which, fortunately didn't happen."

Cold sweeps through my blood as I stare at this horrible man to whom I'm mated.

"Does...does that mean they're here?" I force myself to ask it, my throat tight. "The delegation - they're inside the palace?"

"Not yet," Elias says, drawing my gaze to him. "But they will be. Quite soon."

"Out out out," Pippa says, waving her hands at the brothers. "Ariel must be confined. No men can come in until her time passes.

"Don't be ridiculous," Gabriel growls, baring his teeth at his sister-in-law.

"No," I gasp, desperate for once for them to stay, even as Pippa herds Gabriel and Elias towards the door. "I need to know -"

Elias sends me a sad look over his shoulder as Pippa almost physically shoves them out the door. Honestly I am shocked that she was able to do it - because she's a very small person who certainly couldn't best either of them in terms of strength. But I suppose that Atalaxian ideals regarding women's rules run deep.

I say to my wolf as I sit down hard on the side of the bed, rubbing my wrists where the manacles were, even though they don't hurt

He must have. He must have sent them to

her to calm. Because as much as I hope that that's

home.

Is...

to have him here, in the palace...it would be so good, but so, so

stay safe, my wolf says, pressing tenderly up against my heart. We want him safe more than we want him

back to her, my fingers knotting in

comes here, she says. They'll kill him for being your mate. So, he has to go

agreeing

she comes to my side and puts her hands on my shoulders. "You look so troubled. I'm so sorry, my dear. Let's get you out of

up at her

little, urging me to stand

as I stand and start to

or not," she says

She kind of does know that it's stupid. "It is tradition. And above all things in

be