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.

it for a moment, putting a hand out on her

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

"I don't want anyone in my family to get hurt because of my powers,"

aching for her, squeezing her shoulder in

"I...don't want to give up my powers, Jess. I...don't know who I am

her up in his arms and pulling her into his lap, cradling her close to his chest. "You'll still

ovel

dark curls.

be powerful," she whines, desperately

Jesse asks, considering it, pressing his cheek against her hair. "Mids, how much of

goes a bit still. "What are you talking

ability to use his powers even after Ariel cleared him of his darkness thoughin a different, lesser form. “I just wonder if the

would just be different."

want less power," Midnight says, frightened.

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