The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0957

Midnight grumbles something about not wanting to be fair, turning her face away from him.

Jesse sighs, not enjoying making her unhappy but knowing that it all needs to be said. “And,” he continues. "While I want you to enroll if that's what will make you happy, I have to say - I don't think Uncle Dom is going to be thrilled about having a young woman corrupted by Darkness within his Academy and his military."

Midnight snaps her head to him, her mouth open. "What!?"

Jesse shrugs. "Darkness has a hold on you, Mids," he says. "I don't honestly know what that means, but if there's a chance that Darkness can control you? Or see through your eyes -"

"He can't see through my eyes," she mutters, rolling them.

"Are you sure?" Jesse asks, leaning closer.

Midnight stills, her face falling, making it abundantly clear that she...is not sure.

"Darkness is our enemy right now, Midnight," Jesse says softly. "I don't know what's fully going on, but he was clearly using Atalaxia to attack us as the Goddess's children and heirs. And now that Atalaxia is gone he's going to find some new method to do it. Maybe the Community or maybe..."

"Maybe me..." Midnight whispers, horrified. She starts to rock back and forth, uncomfortable, her shadows swirling.

hand out on her shoulder,

and play. She watches them for what feels like a long time, her mind clearly working on the problem, on her

her eyes sad and worried. "I don't want anyone

heart aching for her,

know who I am without my powers. I don't want to be weak." Tears

and he scootches closer to Midnight, gathering her up in his arms and pulling her into his lap, cradling her

ovel

dark curls. "We'll still love you precisely as

be powerful," she whines, desperately

her hair. "Mids, how much

goes a bit still.

Gabriel's ability to use his powers even after Ariel cleared him of his darkness thoughin a different, lesser form. “I just wonder if the same would be true for you," Jesse murmurs. "If you'd actually lose

would just be different."

Midnight says, frightened.

can look into his face. "And your wolf, Mids- she's...suffering." He turns inward again, his wolf howling to see hers still stuck in that oily muck, unable