The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 80

Chapter 80

“So, what was going on in there?” Jackson asks softly as we move through the quiet halls, glancing over his shoulder as we go.

“Don’t you know?” I ask, frowning up at him.

He just looks at me blankly, not answering.

“Well, then why did you interrupt?” I ask, confused. Because it’s one thing if Jackson interrupted because he knew that Alvez was going to be a creep, but quite another if he interrupted for…well, why else would he have interrupted?

“I don’t trust that guy,” Jackson sighs, the words slipping between clenched teeth. “Something’s…off about him.” He moves his eyes to me again, searching my face. “Was I wrong?” His words are tense.

I sigh, shaking my head. “No, you weren’t wrong, Jackson,” I say, looking forward as we climb into an elevator and Jackson presses the brass button, closing he doors. “I was…very uncomfortable in there.”

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Jackson grunts in a self–satisfied way, pleased I think to have his instincts confirmed. “I

don’t like the way he looks at you,” he says, quite soft. “I knew it was going to be trouble when he gave me that note, asking you to come alone.”

“How did you know the note said to come alone?” I ask, looking up at him.

Jackson turns, instantly frowning down at me like the answer is obvious. “Because I read it.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head at him. “Jackson, you can’t just read my mail.

“I was helping you!”

“That’s not an excuse!” but I’m smiling, and he smirks back at me, figuring out that I’m not actually mad. Because he really did help me – I’d have been in a very tricky situation, I think, had Jackson not come pounding on the door.

yourself be alone with him,” Jacksons murmurs as the elevator raises us up into

Rafe or..or come get

right.” I say softly, studying my mate’s profile as he pretends not to notice that I’m looking at him. And inwardly, I wonder how the hell he’s justifying

that I’m special to him, in some way. It’s happening, I think, on almost a bodily level he’s driven to ensure my

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on her haunches and turning her head curiously in Jackson’s

in some ways he’s so outside of our world, our culture. Would he be able to pick up on the little clues that Ben noticed, which

heard that Northern communities are much, much less progressive with things like homosexuality and gender fluidity. Even if Jackson did feel a stirring towards me, would he let himself go there, the way Luca was so willing

sigh as the doors open to the dormitory floor, shaking my head at my mate, wishing I could just…ask.

out of the elevator and turning his attention back to me. “Why are you

I murmur, shaking my head as I continue to look up at him, at the stark panes of his face. “I just….wish

almost stumbles a step as we walk down the

actually do that. “Me?” he says in

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certainly the one keeping secrets. “You’ve

climb them up to my

to know – every single thought in my head, Clark, for the

we make our way to my

entire hallway, from the silence bemehow, by the

own door, I know

probably exercising. That Luca and Ben

easy, to just…tug Jackson inside…

tell him everything…

to do it do it do it, I shake my head up at Jackson, knowing that it’s still not right. Not yet.

again, intuiting the direction of my

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