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.”

moment longer, still rattled by his revelation and the way that he took

says, I’m kicked out of

hand where it’s clasped in Alvez’s begins to heat – and more than the usual body heat produced

my hand a squeeze. “It’s totally

turn my attention back to the marble, and I do willing it first to lift, and then to move,

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. “It may just be that our

reports any ability to make the marble do

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

me as Tony and I stand for a long, long time looking at the marble before me. After awhile I find myself almost in a…meditative state. I’m calm, and relaxed, and honestly I feel like

claps his hands – because,

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about three minutes….

realize that about half an hour has passed. I gape.

Alvez calls out to us, and Rafe begins to murmur something about. the marble

down at me, a smile on his lips, and I instantly grin as I realize that his experience, somehow, matched my own. “I kind of forgot about the

“Me too,

cool

back, laughing more now with the joy of it. “I’m so cozy,

I –”

Alvez says, pitching 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

perhaps wondering why I’m not sharing more,

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

nod, agreeing

says, quirking his head to the side. 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 meet with me privately.”

nods around to us before moving to his desk, starting to pack up his bag

Jackson, who turns to

only one who’s left.

moves over. I have to crane my head back on

quietly, his voice gruff as he stares down at me, his expression stony and unkind.

a grin and

frowning

shrugging one shoulder, “even though your tone and your expression still say you want to rip me to

stares at me. “Wait, really?”

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