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.

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

Rafe or..or come get

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

It’s happening, I think, on almost a bodily level he’s driven to ensure my safety

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head curiously in Jackson’s direction. He must have figured it out and he’s

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 might communicate to

attraction to me, if he feels it? I’ve heard that Northern communities are much, much less progressive with things like homosexuality and gender fluidity.

shaking my head at

his attention back to me.

look up at him, at the stark panes of his face. “I just….wish

almost stumbles a step as we walk down the quiet

that. “Me?” he says in disbelief, gesturing towards himself.

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right that I’m certainly the one keeping secrets. “You’ve got them too, you know,” I say

them up to my floor. “Things you’re keeping back from

the one who sighs now, shaking his head. “I’ll gladly tell you everything you want to know – every single thought in my head, Clark, for the secrets you’re keeping

make our way to

entire hallway, from the silence bemehow, by the

own door, I know

and Rafe are away, probably exercising. That Luca and Ben are

so easy, to just…tug Jackson

tell him everything…

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

intuiting the direction of my thoughts, knowing that I’m still

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