The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 28

Our group sticks together as we head into the barracks for our final night, which pleases me because even though Jesse sticks close to my side clearly wanting a word with me there’s not opportunity for it with everyone around.

The five of us hang out for another hour or so around the Sinclair bunks, which pleases me, because honestly I think I’m starting to get an idea of what it would be like to all be together in the Academy. It feels like it would be really fun, honestly a lot of friendship alongside the incredible amount of work that we’re expected to perform. As I lean back against Rafe’s pillow, smiling around at my family and my friends, I think that…well, it kind of sounds great.

My mind wanders, dreaming a bit about what it will be like inside. Will there be like, gathering spaces for us to hang out like this? Or will our rooms be like little stone cells… I mean, it is an ancient castle retrofitted into a school. Where the hell do they put

at everyone?

Are fresh candidates relegated to the dungeons?

The lights flash once, letting us know that it’s very near time for lights–out, and Rafe curses as he sits up on the other side of the bed. “I need to brush my teeth,” he murmurs and we all agree, getting to our feet and gathering our wash–up supplies for one last trip to the bathroom before sleep.

Apparently, every other candidate in the barrack was likewise distracted, because it’s kind of a mad rush in there. Rafe, standing stoically by my side, finishes brushing his teeth first and glances anxiously at the urinals.

“Just go,” I mumble, waving him off with my mouth still full of toothbrush and toothpaste. “I’ll be ten feet away

“Fine.” he growls, glancing at me. “Stay right here, Ari,” and then he dashes off.

I sigh and continue brushing my teeth, my eyebrows going up when my gaze catches on Alan Wright, of all people, standing in the middle of the room, glaring at me. When our eyes meet, he frowns and draws a finger across his throat, a clear threat.

My face crinkles in distaste as I turn away from him, wondering what the hell his problem is. I mean, he’s still top ten with my brother and cousin –

But then my mind flashes back to the ranking list, and I remember seeing Perry Gibson and Graham Wright listed below me

Shit.

I bend over, spitting my toothpaste out, trying to move past the not–so–veiled threat at Alan Wright is making against me

Honestly, I’m just not used to people not liking me – as a Princess it was kind of my job to be well- liked, and whether or not people faked it they were generally pretty nice to me –

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I sigh as I straighten up, feeling Rafe’s large form coming back to my side.

“Rafe.” I sigh. “I’ve got to tell you about Alan Wright –”

But as I turn, and his pine–and–ember scent hits me, and I tilt my head back to look up up and

up….

realize that…it is not Rafe

forms

and

forms into a little o as I stare up

mate.

asks, his voice rumbling in his chest.

are you one to talk?” I hear myself spit out at him, and then I gasp a

–

towards the door, when suddenly his hand wraps around my

arm.

again, as it always does – the pulse that moves through the air- and my head

at me, stepping closer as

a little as I tug against his hand. I mean, Alan Wright

–

scared –“Jackson says, his words faltering as he looks at me anxiously, almost like he’s

at my arm still in his hand. “Then let go of me,” I say, a little bit between my

does, instantly. “Please don’t run,” he murmurs.

up at him, confused as hell but curious. “What the hell is going on, Jackson?” I

to kill you,” he says, frowning down at me like I’m a little stupid. “If I was trying to kill you, Clark, you’d be dead

as I look up at him with wide eyes. “Well, in an attempt

your next attempt, I’m going to go hide in

he growls, angry but putting a hand out towards me,

eyes go even wider if that’s possible – god, they must be like saucers now –

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what?” I breathe,

rush. “And I’m not good at this – and you’re not making it

at him, still thinking of the bruises that

his head at me. “I am sorry,” he says through clenched. teeth, pushing forward even though…well, yeah, I am

not good at talking to people, and… and I was confused about a lot of stuff and

confused face, the way he looks down at the floor instead of at me, like he’s a little kid stumbling through his first

–

have done that I lost my temper, and I’m…” he sighs deeply, and shrugs helplessly, shaking his head like he doesn’t know what to say. “And I’m not going to do that anymore. Okay? So, you don’t need to be…afraid of

his head, looking down at his shoes, clearly

flash and, in its

– he is always alone.

thought that was