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.

just getting more and more unpredictable? I can't leave them here

wanting to know the details of the 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

watch her go with worried eyes that drift to her stomach, knowing that she doesn't need any more stress in her pregnancy. My heart aches for Pippa even as she shuts

down into the pillows and blankets, staring at the ceiling, wondering what

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

it be better to

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

of it - the worry, the dreams - revolves around Ariel. Ariel's face, her sweet laugh - they echo in his mind even as he tosses

that her

up, glaring around his tent, the sound still echoing in his ears. He wasn't fully asleep - not really - just resting his eyes, all of his senses alert and aware for

-

laugh...it had echoed in his mind like a dream, mixing with his memories of Ariel's voice

the hell was

of hot metal, or frozen air, which affect the nose and sinuses but don't have a smell. He sniffs again, quite sure that

vicinity for any movement. And as he turns to ensure his