The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

"Come on," Roger snaps, holding his nephew's gaze. "You think you're the only one who lost someone today? For fuck's sake, Rafe, I love you - but pull it together. We have work to do, and Ariel's never going to forgive you if you leave her mate unconscious on a battlefield when he needs Ella."

Something in Roger's tough love makes Rafe clench his jaw. He nods once, hefting hard at Jackson's body, getting him up far enough that Roger can slip his shoulder beneath Jackson's armpit and then stand.

"God," Roger growls as Rafe slips under Jackson's other shoulder. "What are you feeding this one?" as the battle continues behind them.

But Rafe can't laugh, as they drag Jackson back towards the transport, glancing back at the battle that continues behind them. Because Roger's attempt at humor, even in the worst of situations, it reminds Rafe too much of Jesse. And Rafe - he just can't go to that space in his mind right now. Not if he wants to avoid going to pieces.

So Rafe just puts his head down, and stares at the ground, and hauls his sister's mate away to safety. Leaving his sister, wherever she is now, behind.

I'm screaming as my feet hit the ground in that strange other world, as I rip my elbow back in the way that Blaze taught me, catching my mate - my fucking mate - hard in the ribs.

But he just laughs and lets me push him away. I stumble forward, hardly able to catch myself as I look frantically around at this horrible, dark world. My eyes flash up to the three moons above me for just an instant before I whirl, my canines extended, to snarl at my captor.

Immediately, I try to throw myself back to my home world, to leave this horrible place. I beg, in my soul, for the world to turn again, to send me back as it did before.

But nothing happens. My wolf howls, frantic, spinning, looking for an escape. But nothing.

"Take me back," I growl, spinning back towards my mate, my lips peeled back. "Now."

"You really are very pretty when you're fierce," he says, smiling at me like he's perversely proud of the way I'm responding.

My snarl only grows as I drop my hands to my side in fists, calling on my magic, intent on setting him on fire immediately - make him just burst into flames -

But nothing happens.

A smirk grows on his mouth and I drop my eyes down to my hands, suddenly realizing that my body is

cool again - any threat of burnout gone because - because my magic isn't working at all.

My eyes go wide when I see the two cuffs of light around my wrists, lightly encircling them like bracelets. "What the hell is this," I growl.

"Oh, just a little present," my mate

replies. I raise my eyes to see him sauntering forward. "A pretty girl like you should have the finest jewelry And you didn't expect me to let you burn me to bits the moment I had you alone, did you?" He reaches out a band, possessive, clasping my chin between his fingers.

I snarl and rip my chin from his fingertips but quick as a snake - he his hand snaps out, his palm slapping me right across the cheek. I go completely still as I whip my face back to stare at him, my jaw falling open in surprise.

I mean, it didn't even really hurt - barely stung - but I have never, ever been slapped in my entire life. And

I find that I do not, at all, enjoy the experience.

"Learn your place, mate," he says, perfectly calm, again taking my chin between his fingers and looking cooly down into my eyes. "A Luna obeys her Alpha."

"I am not your Luna." I work again to rip my chin from his hand, but he snarls, stepping close and wrapping his other hand around my neck, holding my head still.

"You are my Luna, and I will teach you your place," he growls, shaking me, again taking me by surprise. I just stare at him, completely shocked.

The smile returns to his lips as I fail

to make any further move. "Yes," he murmurs, moving his hand up and pulling my cap from my head, tossing it aside like it can't possibly matte and I'll never need it again. "Yes, once we get you dressed up and behaving properly as a woman, you'll make a very lovely Princess of Atalaxia. Won't you, Luna?"

Prin...Princess? Of Atalaxia?

Who on earth is this man?