The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0905

Mark cries out, just slightly, as his wolf howls and scratches and begs him to go forward, to grab the door, to push it open, to find her, to grab her into his arms -

Mate mate mate mate mate - he snarls again and again, over and over in Mark's mind.

And Mark groans, because he knows - he knows his wolf does this, that he lets his impulses take control, and that he - Mark - knows better. Knows that this poor girl she's just afraid. But -

God, who is she?

Who whose baby is she carrying!?

Should be our baby, his wolf snarls, angry now. Go kill him, whoever took her, whoever took our Luna, it will be our baby - we will kill him, and then she will be

ours -

Mark groans, putting his head in his hands, digging his fingers into his hair.

And then he does the only thing that he can think of the only thing that works when his wolf takes over like this, and he shifts.

Shifts into his wolf and then runs, runs as far and as fast as he can, letting the exercise wear his wolf down.

mother's forgiveness as he disobeys her and dashes through the doors, past the

time - with every footfall - his mind turns

Shit.

only so far and so fast that Mark can run before his life catches up to

and giving Rafe a shove into his room. "You go sleep this off. We'll

and Ariel call their little goodnights as they continue down the hall, Jackson carrying the exhausted Ariel in his arms, her head on

in the door frame, not

that, cuz," Jesse says, grinning at Rafe and giving him a friendly pat on the cheek. Indeed, the five of them had spent hours going over possibilities, coming up with a plan for how Rafe

rest," Rafe sighs, petulant, his head dropping dramatically to the side. "She's upset. I can't rest when she's upset. I should

the most eligible suitor right now," Jesse laughs. "Trust me, you don't want her

to glare. "Ima prince," he mutters. "And I'm...cute. I'm eligab...eligible. Plenty

out laughing and gives Rafe a shove. "You're a mess, not

advice and stands, turning towards the bed. "You sleeping over?" he mutters, gesturing towards the other bed in the room,

his pockets, glancing at the clock on the

like he's crazy even as he flops into his bed. "You don't have anything to do. Go to

wish that

behind him. Then, heaving another sigh, he

helicopter shakes his head at Jesse,