The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 1003

Ariel moves ahead of Jesse, quietly opening the bedroom door and then the front door, clearing the way. Jesse passively bids Jackson and Marigold goodnight as he goes, but his mind is distracted. He doesn't even see if Marigold is still awake.

Instead, he just keeps his eyes on the grass in front of him, aiming for Midnight's new little cabin, wondering what the hell he's supposed to do now - what he can say to convince his little mate to trust them, to free her wolf of the darkness.

"Oh!" says a surprised voice.

Jesse whips his head up and stops in his tracks, his eyes fastening on the red- headed young woman standing in the path before him, a basket over her arm.

Midnight opens her eyes, turning her gaze towards the girl, a growl sounding in her chest.

Jesse just...freezes. Completely without anything to say for one of the first times in his life.

“Um,” Daphne says, her worried eyes flicking between Jesse's face and the sad little demon in his arms. "I'm so sorry - I didn't mean to intrude - I was just... Cora asked me to leave some prototype designs in her new house so I...I'm...I'm so sorry..."

She blushes furiously, her shoulders going up around her ears as she looks down at her basket.

"Be gone, whore," Midnight snarls, her voice deep and vicious.

"Midnight!" Jesse gasps, coming back to himself, hoisting her higher in his arms and snapping his eyes down to see that she's gone full shadow ghoul again, with pits for eyes and that hollow of a mouth leaking clouds of shadow. "Apologize, right now! You're being so rude -"

squeak of terror and turns, rushing off

barks out, glaring down at Midnight, his arms tightening around her. "You are not allowed to be mean

fade, her face turning back to normal, and she turns

employee of this Academy! You are not allowed to terrorize her just

nipping him in his soul, angry in turn that he'd

her eyes, and rests her head back against his chest. "I'm sorry," she

not a

continues on the path to the little cottage, his wolf

more traces

still, he knows that even

she was frightened

least we know your shadows still work, even when you've had a little of your corruption

stiff with surprise in his arms, her eyes

bed, her wolf's sad and desperate little howls echoing in her mind. She groans, pressing the heels of her paths in against her eyes, wrapping her shadows around her for comfort as she's always done. Stiff, she doesn't allow herself to slam the mental door on her wolf's pain, forcing herself

deeper and deeper in

up the

lip at

she never even knew her wolf had white fur. Always, always

been born