The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 706

“Troops!” Rafe barks out, clearly seeing what I’m seeing – what we all are. “Ready!”

“I –“ I stutter, anxiety and adrenaline starting to race through me as my eyes focus properly on the two huge helicopters heading directly for us. “I thought we weren’t supposed to see action –“

“We weren’t,” Jackson snarls, falling into a fighting stance that’s clearly muscle memory in the face of a threat, like he’s ready to pounce into the air and take the helicopters down himself. “It doesn’t make sense to attack this part of the line…”

“Either way,” Luca says, soft and confident, “they’re coming.”

“Hold!” Rafe shouts, his voice still echoing powerful and strong as he moves to stand just before me, falling back into line so he’s not an obvious target. “Hold!”

He holds an arm out like he could physically hold the troops back. My breath starts to pant as I look frantically around at all the warrior-track Cadets, who all look so much calmer than me.

But of course they are – they’ve been preparing for this –

“And….” Rafe says, bending forward a little, staring at the helicopters that swiftly approach, growing larger and larger as the milliseconds pass.

“What’s he waiting for,” I whisper, my eyes darting between my two mates.

“For them to be close enough to hit,” Jackson replies, his words a fierce snarl that I know is not for me.

“NOW!” Rafe screams, dropping his hand, and the guns on either side of me explode.

I shout at the noise, jumping into the air and covering my ears. Jackson and Luca each reach out a calming hand towards me, Jackson’s landing on my shoulder while Luca’s goes to the small of my back. But I look at neither of them, my eyes instead on the bullets filling the air.

Two kinds, I realize – huge one-shot shells that fly directly for the helicopters and then a constant spray of smaller bullets –

I stop breathing as I watch the shells arch high – but they miss –

They all fucking miss –

“Reload!” Rafe shouts.

The smaller bullets begin to hit the helicopters in tiny sparks but the helicopters keep coming – protected either by excellent design or some kind of forcefield –