The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 764

“No,” Midnight snarls. “I’m not taking you back.” When Jesse turns back towards her he sees that she’s glaring at him with those soulless empty eyes, her arms crossed. A shiver runs through him completely, his entire self.

God, fuck, what was the Goddess thinking giving him this as his mate?

“I’m never taking you back there,” Midnight snaps, shaking her head, her voice dropping deep as shadows – shadows just like his, but darker and more menacing – start to swirl around her. “Not to that whore. Not to that terrible nation where women run wanton and commit their sins and get paid for it. I’m keeping you here, where I can be your good mate and give you eighteen babies. And we’ll be happy.”

Jesse just continues to stare at her, a string of desperate curses running through his mind in an endless refrain. What…what the fuck is he going to do?

Taking his shock as acquiescence, Midnight straightens her shoulders, her face returning to normal. “Good!” she says, perky again. “Come on, I’ll take you to my house.” She offers a cheerful hand.

Jesse just blinks at her before he leans far down so that his eyeline is even with hers. “Midnight,” he whispers. “I’d rather fucking die than go to your shit house in this shit world. Now take me home to my fucking girlfriend.”

He watches, almost interested, as the finality of his words settle into Midnight’s mind, as her face shifts from eager happiness to shock, and then anger, and then rage. Energy crackles through her hair, her fingernails edging into talons at the curved points of her fingers. Each of her breaths grow deeper with her violence.

But Jesse doesn’t back off or even straighten up. Because even if he hates her – and he does, absolutely, just…hates this tiny person in front of him – he knows her. Knows her to the depths of him already, knows she’s not going to strike out at him – that this is all just her temper flaring deep.

And so he smirks, and laughs a little, and shakes his head. “You’re not going to hurt me, Midnight,” he murmurs, allowing himself to be a little cruel. “Stop fucking around. Take me home.”

Her anger fades almost instantly when he calls her bluff.

“I won’t hurt you,” she says, her eyes clearing, her words almost a purr. Fear races through Jesse as those eyes shift, looking behind him, to someone standing there. “But he might.”

Jesse spins, and then stumbles back, terrified, when his eyes focus on a man standing there.

A man he horribly recognizes. Corporeal this time, when he was only shadow before.

“Hello, little shadow Duke,” the God of Darkness says, striding forward. Jesse gasps as the God comes close but doesn’t touch, instead passing him. Jesse spins to watch as the God of Darkness moves to Midnight’s side, slipping an arm around her shoulders. “I very much hope that you’re being kind to my girl.”

“No, papa,” Midnight says, leaning against the God and giving a very nearly ridiculous pout. “He’s been very cruel.”

Jesse just…stares, realizing that his life is dancing on a very, very thin string.