The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 63

“Wait,” I say at breakfast, half a piece of bacon already on its way to my mouth, “what do you mean we don’t have class tomorrow?”

“It’s Friday, shrimp cousin,” Jesse says, smirking at me. “Are you aware of these things they call weekends?”

“Don’t be cute, Jesse,” I snap, glaring at him, which only deepens his smirk. “I just didn’t know the Academy acknowledged them. I mean, it didn’t when we were candidates out in the barracks.”

“Probably to prevent brawls,” Rafe says, pouring himself another cup of coffee as Ben, between us, nods in agreement. “Can you imagine those barracks if they didn’t keep us busy every day?”

“I think we should have a party tonight,” Luca says, raising an eyebrow and looking around at us. “Get our hands on some contraband liquor? Really let loose?”

“Get ourselves kicked out, you mean?” Rafe says, immediately putting the dampener on Luca’s idea. “I will go shot for shot with you during winter break, Grant, but I am staying sober here. Too much at risk.”

“Does this mean I’m invited to the palace for the holidays?” Luca says, his brows raising in interest.

“Of course you are,” Jesse answers, instant. “You too, Ben. Bring your families, if you like, there are a thousand rooms in the palace.”

“Nice of you to invite them to our house,” Rafe says, glowering at our cousin, but then he turns his attention back to Luca and Ben. “But yes, of course you’re invited. We’ll show you a good time, and our parents would love to meet you.”

“Okay, so, sake bombs at Midwinter,” Luca says, “but nothing tonight?”

Rafe solemnly shakes his head, decided.

“Boring,” Luca says with a sigh.

“I’ll drink with you,” Ben says, shrugging and looking over at Luca. “Your room, if the Sinclairs are too straight–laced to participate?”

I burst into a grin, looking between Ben and Luca. Ben he’s always a surprise, isn’t he?

“Seriously?” Luca says, smiling at him. “Sweet, I’ll set it

1. up. See you tonight.”

“This is not a good idea,” Rafe says, sitting up to his full height and looking between them, worried.

back in his chair. “I’m jealous, but I’m

Luca says, cocking an

lean forward, eager, wondering really how much of a risk

me again against my seatback, “is

heartily back to me. “Shrimp makes his own decisions,” I say, mostly to be contrary. I mean, I don’t have any real intent to go drinking in Luca’s room, even if my wolf

just rolls his eyes at me.

him with this, I’m interrupted when a

it out to me. I murmur my thanks and take the note, peering down at my name neatly written on the front as all the boys at the table lean. forward eagerly. I look up and around at them, well aware that nothing like this has happened to any of us

note to my chest. “Away, you jackals,”

it, but I swat at his hand and Ben takes my side,

I gasp and pull away, quickly scanning the contents of the note and grinning when I see that it’s from Daphne,

into my pocket. “Sorry, boys,” I say, standing up with a happy sigh and stretching my arms languidly above my head. “Looks like my entire evening just got booked up anyway. I won’t be

me, intrigued, but Rafe jumps to his feet, demanding to know what the hell is going on and making a mad grab for my pocket. I just laugh and grab my book satchel, making

he’s going to let me wander off into the palace tonight all by myself. But I sure as hell am going to enjoy torturing him with the

laughing as I get through the doors of the Hall, but my laughter is cut short as I slam into a big

floor, my hand going instantly to my nose. I

my god,” a voice says, “what the hell are

snap up because obviously, obviously it’s

damn gigantic mate.

in front of me, his eyes frantically scanning my face.

blood on my hand, but I can’t really feel

thumb and his. finger to turn my face back and forth, studying it. “You’re an idiot for running through the halls like that, but there doesn’t

just lurking in the doorway,” I sigh, putting my hands on the ground to push myself up.

–

instantly livid. “What the hell did you

a flash, putting his hands up in front of him. “Clark did this to himself,” he insists. “I am not responsible for any of

my feet and nodding to my brother. “I ran into him

to my mate, who is as big as my brother, if not even

don’t know,” I moan, being kind of a baby about it because I know Rafe will let me off

his eyes but letting him

says, turning his attention to me

shoulders go tense. I look up at Jackson with interest.