The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 858

Suddenly Jesse’s face goes pale and his words fade as he stares at something behind me. I gasp even as Jackson grabs me to him, pulling my back flush against his chest as he, too, turns. But then my eyes go wide as I shriek with fear at the darkness turning there just outside of my cage, slow and furious.

I watch in terror as a man steps from the darkness, his face livid, his eyes fixed on me.

“You dare,” the God of Darkness growls, his eyes flashing, “to take my servant from me?”

He waves a hand and the walls of the cage around us crumble to rust, collapsing to the ground. My heart pounds in my chest as I panic, searching my heart and my mind for something to do – a way out –

Immediately I want to shift back to Atalaxia – but I’m only touching Jackson – I can’t leave everyone behind –

Darkness stalks slowly forward, glaring at all of us. Midnight’s terrified sobs echo through the air as the god turns his eyes to Gabriel, who sits up with Ben’s help.

“Submit,” he snarls. “Take back your covenant or suffer death for your betrayal.”

“Ariel!” Jackson snarls in my ear. “Go – go back –“

“No!” I cry out, leaning out of his lap and reaching for Pippa, for Ben, for Jesse – for everyone – “I can’t leave them!”

“You will!” Jackson commands, pulling me back. “Go!”

“I will not submit,” Gabriel says, glaring up at the dark god, shaking his head slowly. “I agreed to your bargain once and found the rewards wanting. I won’t do it again, even if it costs me my life.”

I cry out at this – horrified at the idea – even as Jackson commands me again and again to shift, to tilt, to go –

“Stop,” Jesse snarls, stepping forward towards the God, even as Midnight sobs and begs him to come back. She flashes away and back again and again, apparently trying to vanish Jesse with her somewhere safe –

But somehow – I don’t know how – he resists –

The God of Darkness refocuses his eyes on Jesse, who slowly starts to stalk around Gabriel, heading for me. I reach for him, wanting his hand – wanting to touch everyone so I can take them out of here.