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.

a hand out on her shoulder,

play. She watches them for what feels like a long

sad and worried. "I don't want anyone in my family to get hurt because

for her, squeezing her shoulder in his

give up my powers, Jess. I...don't know who

gathering her up in his arms and pulling her into his lap, cradling her close to

ovel

to her dark curls.

powerful," she whines,

"Mids, how much of your powers are...your gift? How much are a

bit still. "What are you

his thoughts aloud as he thinks them, musing on 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. "I

to be strong," Jesse says softly. He lifts his head, putting a hand on Midnight's shoulder to push her back a bit so that he 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 to move or to play, her breathing labored. "What would you gain if she was