The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 613

“What the fuck man,” Ben murmurs, running a hand through his hair and looking anxiously towards the empty half of the room. “Cadets, at war? Has this…ever happened before?”

“It hasn’t,” Rafe answers, raising his head, the set of his mouth grim. “In the twenty years that the school has been open, Moon Valley has never called up its Cadets, its least-trained warriors.”

“This is bad,” Luca whispers, and I raise my eyes to look into his worried brown ones. “Really bad.”

I squeeze his hand, agreeing with him, and then cast my eyes around at all of my friends. “Are…are they going to call us up to?”

“No way to know,” Jackson says, staring down at the table, his mind clearly working as he sits down in his spot next to me. “If they do it means that it’s…dire. That the war is going very badly and that they’re getting desperate.”

“Shit,” Tony whispers, crossing his arms and looking down at the floor.

Rafe and Jesse sit too, but silence reigns around our table, just as it does all of the others.

Because even if I did spend the morning chasing my brother and my cousin around with a paintball gun…it’s never been more obvious than it is right now that we’re not playing games. Not at all.

That this is very, very real.

“Whoa,” Tony says, causing each of us to raise our heads and look at him. But he’s looking over my shoulder at the door, one eyebrow raised in significant Alpha interest. “Who the hell is that?”

As one, we all turn in the direction of his gaze and I sigh when I see that the person who’s caught his interest?

She’s here for me.

Faiza’s mouth quirks into a smirk as she strides confidently over to our table, dressed as usual in her form-hugging black leather-and-spandex outfit, her silky dark hair swinging moodily into her face. “Well,” she says, her smirk deepening as she crosses her arms and looks each of the boys over in turn. “Good to know I still command attention when I enter a room.”

“Hey, Faiza,” I sigh, turning in my chair and staring worriedly up at her.

“Give me a minute,” she murmurs, taking her turn running her eyes over each of the boys in turn. “I’m not done here.”

“Faiza!” I scold, jumping to my feet. “You’re a professor!”

“I’m your professor,” she says, laughing, grinning and finally turning her eyes to me. “Not theirs. Who’s your new boy?” She points her thumb over at Tony.