The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0919

"I can't, man," Cristof says, shaking his head, his face breaking a bit to show the true sorrow that's running through him. "I have to get back."

"Back?" Jackson asks, going still. His hands tighten on Cristof's shoulders. "Cris, don't go back – it's fucking awful there, it's so much better here - there's so much you don't know -"

"There's so much you don't know," Cristof snarls, stepping towards Jackson and baring his teeth. His eyes flick to the Alphas standing on the steps, all who move forward towards them. But Jackson flashes up a hand towards Jesse and Rafe and the others. They pause, tense.

"What's going on?" Jackson asks, his voice low and serious, finally realizing that...that something really is wrong. "Why can't you stay? We - we'll build a life for you, Cris. We can do that, we really can -"

But Cristof just shakes his head, his throat working. "I have to get back. Zachary -" his voice breaks on the name and he hangs his head.

Jackson's hands tighten. "What's wrong with Zachary?" he growls.

“He's.....in fucking deep, Jackson. They..." Cristof taps his temple with a finger. "They got into his head, or whatever. He's - it's fucking awful, okay? And the command is getting really cruel, way worse than it was when you left - they're... hurting people..." Cristof's words come out thin and choked towards the end and he looks away, working very hard to avoid crying.

"Come inside," Jackson says, his hands tightening on Cristof's shoulders. "We'll tell the King - there are people who want to help –“

"I'm not talking to that jackass King," Cristof snarls, stepping away from Jackson and jerking himself out of Jackson's grasp.

"He's not like that - everything they told us in the Community were fucking lies Cristof -"

at the palace, worried. "You're all fucking...fancy now? And turned

out towards his friend, guilt running through him because...well, because the accusation hits hard. And it's not completely untrue. "I'm...trying. I'm working with a doctor to get aid -

eyes now. He snarls, wiping hard at his face with his sleeve, desperately unhappy that his emotions have worked their way to the surface. "They're fucking hurting us, Jacks! And

whispers,

his friends all standing close.

Jackson snarls, turning back to Cristof, his hand

Tasha girl, for one," Cristof growls back, anger and jealousy

his friend, who glances over at the Princes and the duke and the ambassador and wipes again at his face, at

just stares at Cristof, hardly breathing. "How

—

not once -

her. Ariel -

—

Ella they're

earth who have heard

name from his lips.

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and the pup both - and she needed help, and she begged me for anything -