The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 79

Alvez glares at my mate, who leans his heavily muscled body so, so casually against the wall by the window. And I realize, quite suddenly, that Alvez is playing a very, very tricky game here. Because while he is the professor, and does have power over Jackson…

I mean, he can’t exactly make Jackson do anything, can he?

If it were me barging into an office and refusing to leave, Alvez or really any Alpha in the castle could just sling me over their shoulder and hurl me out of the room.

But Jackson?

He’s so physically powerful that the only person who even really has a chance of tossing him bodily out of this office would be Rafe, and then they might have to call in my dad for backup.

And Alvez is clearly very aware of this fact as he leans against the open doorway across the room, glaring daggers at my mate, who is so obviously here because he knows what was going on in this room. Or, at least if not precisely, that Alvez didn’t call me here to help me with my homework.

Jackson doesn’t know what Alvez has over me, but he clearly did not like me being behind closed doors with this man, and I’m deeply grateful for his help.

“Ask your questions, McClintock,” Alvez snaps, arms crossed. “And then go. You’re interrupting Cadet Clark’s time here.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” I say quickly, sitting up straight and smiling between Alvez and Jackson. “Our magic calls to each other after all, right? Maybe he can help.” I turn my smile singularly on Jackson now, and I don’t miss the fact that the corners of his mouth twitch, just subtly. “Professor Alvez, after all, was just asking after your magical progress, Jackson.”

“Oh really,” Jackson says, slowly turning his head to stare at Alvez now. “After I assured you yesterday, for an entire hour, that I hadn’t made any progress at all. I’m surprised you had more questions, sir.”

Alvez’s eyes narrow as he looks between us. “I considered that your partner perhaps had

observed changes that you had not.”

“Shame.” Jackson says, his shoulders tensing as he glares at our professor, “to be wasting Cadet Clark’s time in office hours talking about me, especially considering that his own powers are so much more developed.”

subtle now as he moves away from the door, starts to prowl

realize the import between Alvez’s words that he suspects the

Jackson stays perfectly still, saying nothing and giving

my professor squares off against my mate, as the two stare at each. other for a long, tense moment.

my throat, reminding

his eyes to me before returning them to Jackson. “Ask your questions, McClintock,” Alvez orders. “And

breath, leaning back against the wall, clearly making himself comfortable. “I forget them now, all of a sudden, professor,” he murmurs, looking

McClintock,” Alvez sighs, crossing his arms, clearly seeing through Jackson’s performance, as he’s meant to. “Don’t insult my own intelligence by

sleepy, then,” Jackson says, faking a yawn, his eyes flicking back to me. “Give me a minute, I’m sure it will

him, hoping

–

meeting falls along more predictable lines. Alvez leans

Spier ra

it feels to access my magic, giving me suggestions about new things to try. And, honestly, the suggestions are actually helpful

he shifts his attention to Jackson, though, asking about how physical touch with Jackson changed or amplified my magic, I play as dumb as I can. I don’t deny that

right, cadet, it doesn’t seem like we’re getting any further with this,” he snaps. “Continue the good work, and

little surprised by

his eyes to Jackson here, “I’d like you to show the others in the hope that

don’t think I’m going to be able to do anything without holding Jackson’s hand – and I don’t know how he’s

I’m going to get a chance to talk to him

you remembered your question, McClintock?” Alvez snaps,

drifting a hand through the air like a

to your appointment times,” Alvez murmurs. “It isn’t

work space.”