The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 62

Alvez smirks at me and lets me know that he’ll send word about time and place, and then we’re released.

Jackson nods to me, grabbing his bag. “I’ll send word too,” he says, standing up from his desk and looking towards the door.

“Wait,” I say, reaching towards him, wanting him to stop and talk for a minute. Not because I have anything to really say, I realize. Just because… I want to talk to him. “Won’t you just come to dinner, like you did before?”

“You’re already a packed house for dinner,” Jackson says, smirking at me. “Maybe we can… go outside for once. Try to talk to those birds.”

And I smile up at him, my spirit twisting a little with excitement. Because even though it was kind of a disaster the last time I met Jackson alone outside, this time? Well. I think I’d kind of like it.

But before I can express any of that, he’s already gone – striding for the door with no hint of a farewell. I laugh, watching him go.

“Sullen,” Rafe says, coming to my side with his books in his arms, frowning after Jackson.

“Nah, just…not prone to formality,” I sigh, nodding. Because I get it – and now I’m suddenly desperately intrigued to know more about him. What kind of world did Jackson grow up in where he never learned, or was encouraged to eschew, the polite lines of society?

And why did my grandmother the Goddess match him up with me, someone who learned social graces from the cradle as part of my role as the nation’s Princess?

“Come on,” Rafe sighs, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and tugging me with him. “Like I said before – mooning happens in the room, in private.”

“Oh, leave me be,” I mutter, smacking him on the chest, my mind still on my mate as we walk from the room, our cousin at our side.

The rest of the week goes remarkably fast, probably because I’m either being hauled on a

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workout or have my nose stuck in a book for the rest of it. Even our dinners, while congenial and full of laughs, usually end with a book in each of our laps, studying. It’s grueling work, but each of us know the stakes of it – and we’re all determined to pass our courses as well as the Examination.

“I don’t know what the Examination is,” Ben replies to me one night when I sit next to him on the floor for dinner. He passively cats a roll as he reads through some dense political theory. “No one does.”

“What?” I say, looking up towards Rafe and Jesse in their usual chairs. Luca, stretched out on the couch, looks up too. “Even you two don’t know what’s coming up in the Examination?”

–

his head. “Dad and Uncle Roger were determined not to tell us. And the cadets who have gone through it – both passed and failed are sworn to a great deal of secrecy, even legally. It’s pretty much the only secret truly kept about the Academy.

back on my palms, my plate of food forgotten on the coffee table in

out and posted online is that it takes at least

breathe, fascinated and intimidated.

says, returning his attention back to his book. “You’re doing well, Ari, and we’re prepping you. Have faith in the

say,” I mutter, glaring at my gigantic, powerful brother. “Some of

us,” Rafe replies,

control that.”

me, a little twist to his lips,

true, though – I spent my childhood half in daydreams, imagining a

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played with all throughout the day. Rafe just

he murmurs. “Not

the fire. Despite my interest in the material, though, my eyes drift to Luca, who lounges with his shoulders against the

but he’s

And stubborn.

to crawl up onto the couch and lay myself out along his side, resting my head on his chest. I want to feel, again, his body against mine. I want to feel his breath rising in his chest,

bit more content than me to just…wait for an opportunity to arise for us to

–

was unfair, I had too much control

This isn’t fair

one of us is going to crack. I am very willing for that to be

the fact that he’s an important part of my life. But considering that Rafe knows that Jackson is my mate? And Jesse does not? And that I kind of want to keep it that way for now, so that I can keep some semblance of control over my insane life?

school. I wish that my handsome mate wasn’t lounging on my

languid and irresistible,

at my soul and my wolf instantly perks up. My eyes fly open, meeting Laica’s, which are already on me. He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly asking

narrow my eyes at him, hoping that he gets the clear message that I would be better if he’d just talk to me. Maybe

wink, and drops his attention back to his