The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 47

My eyes immediately dart to Rafe and Jesse across the room, but they’re caught up in their conversations with Jackson and Tony.

“No no,” Aivez says, his voice soft and pleased. “Don’t shout for your brother, Ariel. That would be a poor choice.”

I turn my eyes back to the professor as, inside me, my wolf’s hackles raise.

“Don’t misunderstand – I am excited that you are here, highness,” Alvez murmurs, giving my hand a little squeeze. “I’m looking forward to working with you, developing your powers. But, of course, if anyone were to discover that I knew that a young woman had infiltrated the academy…I would lose my job.”

I stare at him, instantly realizing the trap that he’s laid for me here. If I reveal to anyone that he knows who I am even my brothers – he’ll have me expelled, even

if it means he goes too.

“Mutually assured destruction,” he murmurs, seeing me process the consequences. “So, I think it’s best that the two of us work together, don’t you? Trust, after all,” he says, his voice low and luxurious, “is the foundation of any great relationship.”

“Fine,” I say, my word hardly a whisper as I nod. “Please just…don’t…”

“Ariel,” he murmurs, moving closer, his eyes slowly drifting over my face. “Your secret is safe with me.”

I exhale slowly.

“But,” he continues, “you could thank me for my generosity.”

“Thank you,” I say instantly, the words falling from my mouth, and the way that he grins…

Instantly I realize how under his thumb I am.

How much he likes forcing my hand, making me his little puppet.

“You are welcome, my Princess,” he purrs. Alvez takes another moment to stare into my eyes before turning to look at the marble, his entire demeanor changing in an instant. I stare at him, shocked a little to see that he is again the mind- mannered professor. “Now,” he says, grinning. “I’ll do my best to push my power

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towards you. What do you think, should we try to levitate it? Or push?”

“Um,” I reply, still staring at him, a little shocked.

“Let’s try push.” he says, glancing at me with a friendly grin. “Concentrate now, Clark. See what you can do.”

a moment longer, still rattled by his revelation and the way that he took control. But then

says, I’m kicked out of school. So…I comply and focus on the marble in front

to heat – and more than the usual body heat produced by two people holding hands. I flinch a

a squeeze. “It’s totally normal –

I do willing it first to lift, and then to move, and

after about fifteen minutes of concentration, but then Alvez sighs and drops my hand. “It was good work, Clark,” he says, smiling at me with encouragement as he claps me on the shoulder.

results, but when no one reports any ability to make the marble

this time, who gives me a friendly nod. “Hands okay?” he

me as Tony and I stand for a long, long time looking at the marble before me. After awhile I find myself

when Alvez again claps his hands –

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about three minutes….

the clock, I realize that about half

to us, and Rafe begins to murmur something about. the marble maybe moving a little bit as I look up at Tony

and I instantly grin as I realize that his experience, somehow, matched my

“Me too,

cool

all day,” he whispers back, laughing more now with the joy of it. “I’m

know! I –”

his voice louder to interrupt us. Tony and I both turn to him and when Alvez flicks his eyes down to our still–joined hands, I blush a little and

say, my voice solid. Tony looks down at me, perhaps wondering why I’m not sharing more, but I just stand straight and

my soul now, her eyes half- lidded in her relaxation. Let’s not tell the professor anything

nod, agreeing with her.

Then he looks up at the clock. “We are out of time,” he says with a little chagrin. “For homework, I’d like each of you to get into your last pairing and try again for longer this time. At least a full hour. Come to our class in two days ready to report your results. Sinclair? Please come over here to arrange a time

to his desk, starting to pack up his bag as Rafe

eyes immediately move to Jackson, who turns

he’s the only one who’s left.

to crane my head back on my neck to look up at him

Jackson says quietly, his voice gruff as he stares down at me, his

it, I burst into a grin and laugh, just a little bit.

asks, frowning

your tone and

flinches back a little and stares at

4. 4.