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.

him,” Jacksons murmurs

or..or come get me. Or something.”

softly, studying my mate’s profile as he pretends not to notice that I’m looking

of him knows, deep down, that I’m his mate or that I’m special to him, in some way. It’s happening, I think, on almost a bodily level he’s driven to

—

turning her head curiously in Jackson’s direction. He must have figured it out and he’s just…playing it cool.

world, our culture. Would he be able to pick up on the little clues that Ben noticed, which

Luca, would he even be willing to address his 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. Even if Jackson did feel a

doors open to the dormitory floor, shaking my head at

Jackson asks, stepping out of the elevator and turning his attention back to

up at him, at the stark

almost stumbles a step as we walk down the quiet hall

says

–

bit, my eyes dancing, silently admitting that he’s right that I’m certainly the one keeping secrets. “You’ve got them too, you know,” I say quietly as we reach the stairs

climb them up to

gladly tell you everything you want to know – every single thought in my head, Clark, for

make

the entire hallway, from the silence bemehow,

own door, I

and Rafe are away, probably exercising. That Luca and Ben are likewise off doing their

would be so easy, to just…tug Jackson

him

howls at me to do it do it do it, I shake

the direction of my

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