The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 859

I gasp, my hand pressed to my mouth, as Jackson tenses behind me. A glance at Gabriel lets me know that he feels it too - Jesse pulling on our magic – that we’re experiencing this in a way that the others aren’t. Midnight screams in fear, reaching out for Jesse, only held back by Ben who grabs her wrist at the last moment as she dashes for her mate.

Pippa stands very still, pressed close to Elias, as Jesse moves his hands like a sculptor working clay, creating some kind of ball, or a dome. A shape begins to appear before him, surrounding the God of Darkness, like a dome, or an oblong…oval orb? To the naked eye it all looks very simple and easy – though those of us whose magic is working can clearly feel the God within, pushing against it, pounding against our magic and seeking escape.

But Jesse pushes, taking a step forward, and his shadows swirl slower and slower, becoming solid. A tiny smile starts to form on my mouth as I feel him shaping my magic alongside his – little sparrows and minnows and panthers, all limned in blue, taking shape within the shadows themselves on the dome’s hollow form.

And suddenly, I can feel it – complete. Jesse lets his hands fall, his shoulders relaxing, as I laugh and jump to my feet. Jackson gasps, reaching for my hand – unaware that it’s done – but I’m too fast, dashing for Jesse and throwing my arms around him.

“That was amazing!” I gasp, nearly strangling my cousin with my hug even as I look over at the solid mass of shadow now sitting in the middle of the wasteland, the blue forms still moving subtly over its surface. “Did you know you could do that!?”

“Um, nope,” Jesse says, giving me a quick squeeze and smiling at me before turning, looking for Midnight. “No, that was sort of…improvised.”

He holds out a hand to his little mate and Ben releases her. She runs, sobbing, into his arms. “What is it?” she whispers, shaking, pressing her face against his chest. “What did you do?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, bending low to drop a kiss to her hair. “It’s some kind of…containment.”