The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0821 Mark stays close at Rafe's heels as he storms through the palace. Rafe glances back over his shoulder with a frown.

"You can go, Mark," Rafe snaps, annoyed. "You've got your stupid protection necklace. No one's going to snatch you away."

"I can't go, Rafe," Mark snaps back, surprising Rafe by how much his brother's voice matches his own these days, in timbre as well as snappiness. "Mom says you have to babysit me, so here I am. Waiting to be sat."

Rafe turns and gives Mark a little shove on his shoulder. "Would you take this seriously for one minute!?" "I am taking this seriously!" Mark snarls, casting one hand out to the side. "Do you think this is easy for me, being forced to tail along with you even though I'm useless? Do you think I'm not worried about Jesse and June and Ariel!?"

Rafe growls, because he knows his brother is. "Yeah, well, you could make fewer jokes. Or you could try harder to learn how to do something -"

"I'm not good at this stuff, Rafe," Mark growls, hanging his head a little. "Not like the rest of you are." Rafe closes his mouth at that, looking at the shame on his little brother's face. Because it's true - Mark has always had more trouble with self-discipline than he and Ari and Juniper have. Mark is...easily distracted and doesn't respond to the pleasures of hard work and achievement like the rest of them do. Rafe's wolf bites him, hard, on the inside. You need to be kinder.

Rafe sighs and nods, knowing that he's right. It's just...god, he's so angry these days.

But...taking it out on Mark is not okay.

sorry," Rafe says, rueful, stepping closer to Mark. "I'm being a jerk. It's...good to have you here." "You're lying," Mark murmurs, scuffing his foot against the floor. "You don't like me. You

just...god, he hasn't made a lot of space in his life for his little brother, has

nods, the two brothers starting off down the hall until

Luca Grant, who looks up at them, his face very

Mark

bit of a traitor for

at Mark and shaking his hand before turning

speaking quite formally. "Mom sent us to check in on things here, to see

I've seen," Luca says, running his hand through his hair and looking around at the chaos of the mail room, where people are rushing to answer phones and

thal

up a tip line for

much of it useful. "It's...a lot, but we're managing to

the room, ready to rip his head off. Despite Ella's calm assurance that Luca wanted to help, Rafe just couldn't get the mental image of Ariel bleeding and

been equally enraged, had accepted the offer of help. "We need every competent man at his moment," Dominic had snarled at Rafe's

had been banished away from the family to this job. An important job, but certainly one where Rafe didn't have to interact with