The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0833 We all stand quietly for a long few moments before Elias turns to me.

"Ariel," he says, his eyes meeting mine. "You need to run."

My eyes widen as I turn them to him. "What?"

He shakes his head. "He wants your power, badly, and he's making moves to take the throne, which means he thinks he can get it. If you gleaned any information from your ambassadors about how to get out of here, you need to use it. And go."

My teeth clench and I step towards the pair. "I'm not leaving without you."

"You have to," Pippa says, shaking her head. "There's no time to consider -"

"No," I say, my voice firm. "I'll find a way."

"You need to consider what is possible, highness," Elias says, falling back on formality I think to stress to me how important this is. "Not what you want. Pippa and I," he looks down at her, giving a steady nod. "We'll find our own way."

She looks up at her Alpha with a great deal of faith.

in this horrible world that's just getting more and more unpredictable? I can't leave them here – not with Gabriel in charge. Not...considering what

process her grief. Because even if I never got the impression that Pippa was

knowing that she doesn't need any more stress in her pregnancy. My heart aches for Pippa even as she shuts the

down into the pillows and blankets, staring at the ceiling, wondering what the hell I'm going to do. Because it's becoming increasingly clear that my mate is lost to Darkness and that he's determined to take me with

intuition - as well as my professor's instructions - and access Gabriel's magic without becoming corrupted

to

all the time terribly worried that the wrong choice here will spell destruction for

worry, the dreams - revolves around Ariel. Ariel's face, her sweet laugh - they echo in his mind even as he tosses against the shirt he's rolled beneath his head as

is that

all of his senses alert and

-

in his mind like a dream, mixing with his memories of Ariel's

then who the hell was

a true scent, more like... the sense of hot metal, or frozen air, which affect the nose and sinuses but don't have a smell. He sniffs again, quite sure that no person was physically here, but

vicinity for any movement. And as he turns to ensure his hearing catches all angles, Jackson's