The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 11

“Cut the crap, Rafe,” dad snaps, and my eyes go immediately wide because dad only uses that tone when he’s really mad. “What the hell are you doing at the Academy when you told us two nights ago that you were taking your sister somewhere safe?!”

Jesse visibly gulps while Rafe struggles to keep his composure under what is probably dad’s most menacing glare. While the three of us obviously know that he loves us, he’s still probably the scariest man on the planet. Only mom is completely immune to him.

“Rafe, you look so cute!” My face bursts into a smile when I hear mom’s voice coming through the video call. “Show me Jesse! Oh my god, your little uniforms!”

“Ella -” Dad says on a sigh, reminding her that they called for a reason.

“Oh right. Yes! Boys, where is your sister!?”

“It’s fine, mom,” Rafe says, and I know that he feels more secure now, talking to her. Rafe

we’ve got and mom have always had a special bond, just like me and dad. “I promise you everything under control, Ariel’s doing great

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“How is that possible,” dad grumbles, cutting him off, “when you are at a military Academy and she is – Rafe! Where the hell is she?!”

I wrap my arms around my legs and stare up at my brother, wondering if he’s going to break under the pressure of dad’s glare. Deep down I desperately hope he doesn’t – I’m not done here, not nearly.

“We’ve got

it all under control, Uncle Dom,” Jesse says, reaching out and turning the tablet so that my parents can see him. “We promise – we’d never let her be in any danger, and it’s actually safer if we’re the only ones who know!”

“You have to trust us, dad,” Rafe snaps, turning the tablet back to him, starting to glare back at our parents now. “You know that we would both rather die than let anything bad happen to Ariel. So, either you call us all back right now, or you trust the three of us together.”

The other line is silent for a moment and I go tense with hope.

“We trust you, Rafe,” mom says, her voice thick with emotion. “If you promise that she’s safe and that you’re taking care of her? I believe you.”

Rafe and Jesse shift their eyes, clearly looking at dad now. His answer takes longer.

–

“She’s my little girl, Rafe,” dad says, his voice cracking on the words in a way that makes my entire stomach tie in knots. “I know she’s growing up – you all are but god damn it, if you let anything happen to her “

giving a single nod and looking steadily into the camera. Jesse nods too, sealing his

growls, clearly unhappy with how this

luck, babies!” mom calls. “Don’t let them beat

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her. Rafe and Jesse smile now too, saying their final goodbyes before Rafe turns the tablet off, tossing it on the bed before looking around to see if any of the other candidates have been listening

make a liar out of me, Ari,” he growls, shaking

I gasp, sitting up straight and glaring right back. “I’m just

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an act that just makes me roll my eyes because he’s been doing that to me since we were six – “that you’d better not do anything stupid that makes dad tear me to pieces because you got hurt, or killed, or pregnant.” He delivers the last word

glaring back at him. “I’m not doing anything but trying to get into the

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the one staring at the other candidates like they were prime cuts of meat –”

onto his chest and shoving him, hard. “Rafe, you’re being ridiculous

me, his face unusually grave. Because now…well, he’s probably figured out what, precisely, I was

can he have

feels like the hundredth time tonight, and before either of them can say anything else I grab my toothbrush kit from the edge of my bed and start to storm off to the bathroom, needing a moment

do you think you’re going!?”

in surprise and I see the apology on his tongue for almost knocking me over, but I wave a hand in his face, dismissing it. “What, I can’t even do this alone!?” I snap, shaking my head at him as I step closer enough, close enough for him to hear my whisper. “Or is the risk of me getting pregnant, and ruining

my words, realizing that he has perhaps. stepped a little over the line between protective big brother and

showers, and instead stalk right to the row of sinks where I furiously squeeze toothpaste onto my brush

I think to myself, anger still pulsing through

you, my contrary little wolf says, brushing her warm fur up against my soul and making me sigh in defeat, because I know she’s right.

you just let me be mad? I ask, leaning over to spit my toothpaste into the

up straight and swishing

up

–

we’ve got

words, a hand grabs the fabric at the back of my

smirking down at me as he pulls me towards the door.

and then as the surprise fades I snarl, putting my weight back into and trying to get out of his grasp. “Let go of me! I’m

my heels

her away, glaring up into my mate’s face. He

1. me.

go

come willingly,” he says, raising his eyebrows, “or we go have this little conversation about what you were really doing out last night in front of your over- protective cousins, who I’m starting to realize don’t know anything about your midnight. bath and would

– if he’s