The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 232

“Luca!” Rafe shouts, just as Jesse shouts Jackson’s name, both of them baffled.

I shake my head at Jacks, begging him to understand as I keep moving forward, as I place myself between my mates. And the moment I step actually between them, holding out a hand, palm out, towards each, begging them to stop –

I realize that it was a mistake.

I mean, I don’t know what else I could have done, but it was a mistake.

Because in that moment, each of my mates sees that I’m not denying the other. Luca’s eyes flash to Jackson’s just as Jackson’s move to his. There’s a brief moment of silence before Jacks releases a horrible, desperate snarl. Luca roars in response before, in a flash, they both shift into their wolves.

Ben realizes what is happening half a second before everyone else, and he’s the only one to move in time. My friend releases a shout, hurling himself up from the couch and leaping over the coffee table to tackle me to the floor just as the two wolves crash into each other above us.

And god, the sound they make –

The crashing roars they release sound unending, so loud in our tight stone room that it feels my eardrums will shatter. Ben wraps an arm around me, pulling me away, back against the stone of the fireplace as I cover my ears with my hands, tears slipping down my cheeks. I try to look, but god, there’s blood –

And as each of my mate’s emotions rage through me, I’m completely overwhelmed. I no longer have any idea which of my emotions are mine, and which are theirs – I want to scream, and scratch, and bite, and intercede, and stop them, and –

Somewhere, outside, I feel Ben wrap me up in a tight ball as more noise adds to the fury –

And suddenly, somehow, the feelings change – shock and confusion adding to the anger, and a sudden sense of shame, and restraint –

I open my eyes, my senses slowly coming back to me, and my face goes still when I see that there are four wolves in front of me now – Rafe’s huge dark wolf snarling as he holds Jackson’s scruff in his mouth, not biting him but a warning growl rumbling deep in his chest. Jesse’s familiar brown wolf stands between Rafe, Jackson, and the fourth wolf, who is a lighter brown – almost blonde – panting and snarling his warning. But then Jesse shifts, his hands out between them.