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.”

revelation and the way that he took control. But then I loose my breath and concentrate

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

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

hand a squeeze. “It’s totally normal – don’t get distracted. Concentrate, Clark.”

to the marble, and I do willing it first to lift, and

is sweating 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. “It may just

the air and asks for results, but when no one reports any ability to make the marble do anything

me a friendly nod. “Hands okay?” he asks, offering

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 I’m almost…floating. All of the heat which resulted from

hands – because, how

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about three minutes….

the clock, I realize that about half an hour

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

his lips, and I instantly grin as I realize that his experience,

laughs. “Me too,

was cool

day,” he whispers back, laughing more now with

I

and I both turn to him and when Alvez flicks his eyes down to our still–joined hands, I blush a little and pull my hand away.

Tony looks down at me, perhaps wondering why I’m not sharing more, but I just stand straight and don’t look

she’s laying languidly in my soul now, her eyes half- lidded in

nod, agreeing

homework, I’d like each of you to get into your last pairing

desk, starting to pack

move to Jackson,

the only one who’s left.

as Jackson slowly moves over. I have to crane my head

his voice gruff as

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

frowning now,

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

back a little and stares at me. “Wait, really?” he asks.

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