The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 860

“Okay, well then let’s go,” Jackson says, all business, pulling me against his chest and reaching out a hand for everyone else.

Everyone scurries close and I take a deep breath, looking around to ensure that we’re all here, all touching. When I am sure, I exhale and tilt us all away, the weight of our entire group pulling against my magic in a way that it hasn’t before.

We appear a moment later in the palace, but we all shriek and turn towards the door, which is beginning to splinter, someone on the other side starting to break it down.

“Back, back!” Jesse shouts.

I obey, tilting us back to Darkness.

We all stutter back a step when we land, glancing frantically around at the soldiers that are now charging for us from the other side of the castle – slowed by the bars of Gabriel’s cage but by no means stopped by them – and over at the shadowy encasement that holds a god hell bent on vengeance.

“Fuck,” Elias whispers. “What – what are we going to do –“

“Mids,” Jesse says, grasping his little mate by the shoulder and looking at her seriously. “You need to take us out of here. Back to Moon Valley.”

“But I can’t!” she gasps, shaking her head and pointing upwards. “It’s not lined up to here! If I shift, we just go to Atalaxia!”

“Then vanish away first,” Gabriel snaps at her, leaning hard against his brother, his body still incredibly weak. “Take them somewhere that aligns with Moon Valley and then shift.”

Midnights mouth forms into a little o of surprise and then she nods, stepping away and reaching out her hands. Jesse and Ben move to her side, and Jackson starts that way, but I don’t move.

“Them?” I ask, staring at Gabriel. Because – is he not coming?

Jesse looks at me with wide eyes, starting to shake his head, but Midnight – frightened – presses her eyes shut and vanishes them away.

I exhale a sigh of relief.

“This is insane,” Jackson snaps, glaring down at me.

“It is,” Gabriel says. I turn my head to the right and can’t help my smile when I see that his expression matches Jackson’s.

“Oh, you boys,” I sigh. “Why did my grandmother give me two mates so intolerant of good ole Sinclair chaos? Come on. This is going to work.”

On a wave of brash headlong faith, I vanish us back to my bedroom in Atalaxia, one mate on either side.