The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 776

Chaos erupts the moment that they touch, exploding all around us.

Roger screams my name, reaching for me as I reach for Jackson, wanting his touch – wanting his power – because I know I can help it – I know I can fix this –

“Ariel!” Rafe screams, reaching for me too.

“Rafe, she’ll fucking burn you!” Jackson shouts, stepping away from me for a second – just a second – to shove him away.

But it’s all that it takes.

The shell hits. And explodes.

Suddenly I’m flying through the air, screaming in pain and fear as my body is tossed to the side. I hit hard on my back and struggle to draw breath, but it doesn’t matter – it can’t matter.

I force myself to roll, pressing my palms to the ground, pushing myself up, frantically scanning through the dust and the dirt. And then I drag in a rasping breath that’s half gasp and half sob as I see all three of them getting to their knees, looking for each other and for me –

I moan, because they’re all right. Rafe, and Jackson, and Roger – they’re okay – just thrown apart, like me. I push harder at my hands, taking a mental inventory of my own body. Because I’m hot – god, I’m so hot – but I’m also all here, and relatively unhurt, as far as I can tell.

Good, I think, nodding as I struggle to my knees and sweat pours down my face. Now we can get back to work.

My wolf bares her teeth, nodding, urging me forward – to get back to the fire, to help and do whatever we can –

But just as I push to my feet, a bright flash of blue light flares.

And someone wraps their hand around my bicep, pulling me close.

“No, little girl,” the man murmurs, yanking me to his side. “Not so fast.”

I gasp, eyes going wide, as I look up into the man’s face. His skin is starkly pale, his dark hair combed back from his temples, and he stares at me with the palest, most beautiful pair of blue eyes…

I blink, dazed, recognition instantly flaring in me. Because he looks like…but no, I can’t put it together. I shake myself, panting, not understanding why I recognize this man who I know I’ve never seen before. Because I would have remembered it – remembered that scent – like ozone and salt and jasmine.

That…that incredible scent…

My wolf stands stock still in my soul just…staring at him.

“Ariel!” Jackson shrieks, and I hear his footsteps pounding towards me, see him grab for the weapon strapped to his side.

“Finally we meet,” the beautiful man says, his voice a low and sultry hum, ridiculous in this horrible war where shells explode all around us. He pulls me closer to him and my lips peel back in a snarl as I whip my hand up, intending to smack him – hard – across the face. To set him on fire as I strike.