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.

no, 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 Gabriel very likely knows about these

sham investigation into the Prince's death, Pippa wanting a quiet moment to herself to process her grief. Because even if I never got the impression that Pippa was close to the Crown

any more stress in her

any candles, instead preferring the dark. I move to my bed and flop 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

way to navigate this, to trust my grandmother's intuition - as well as my professor's instructions - and

to just

lip, trying to decide, all the time terribly worried that the wrong choice

- revolves around Ariel. Ariel's face, her sweet laugh - they echo in

that her

resting his eyes, all of his senses alert and aware for any change. His magic allows for such a state resting so as not to burn through his magic in the effort to keep awake, but not sinking so

-

knows that that laugh...it had echoed in his mind like a dream, mixing with his memories of Ariel's voice but...it wasn't. It had been in

who the hell was

of hot metal, or frozen air, which affect the nose and

Jackson looks around the tent carefully and sends his senses without, searching the vicinity for any movement. And as he turns to ensure his hearing catches all angles, Jackson's