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

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 impression that Pippa was close to the Crown Prince in the same way that

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

bed and flop down into the pillows and blankets, staring at the

to trust my grandmother's intuition - as well as my professor's instructions - and access Gabriel's magic without becoming corrupted by his

better to just cut and

all the time terribly worried that the wrong

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

is that her

not really - just 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

-

he 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

then who the hell was

But not even a true scent, more like... the sense of hot metal, or frozen air, which affect the nose and

sends his senses without, searching the vicinity for any movement. And as he turns to ensure his hearing catches all angles,