The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 100

It takes me a long time to fall asleep, overwhelmed as I am by my new bond, the closeness of my mate, the secrets that we’ve passed between us that still ring through my mind. But as the minutes pass I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, encouraged by the steady movement of Jackson’s hand over my hair.

When I do finally fall asleep, my head pillowed against Jackso sleep of one who feels both weary and completely safe.

chest, it’s the deep, true

I sleep so deeply that when my eyelids flutter open in the morning, I have…no idea where I am. Even though I am…completely comfortable.

I frown, not understanding, and curl into the warmth of what I assume is my mattress, though it’s a little…firmer than I remember? I’m not sure.

There’s a light chuckle, though, that makes me look up, and my frown deepens as I stare into Jackson’s face before I realize that…

“Oh!” I murmur, sitting up a little. He smiles at me, his hand pressing into my back, encouraging me to lean my head back down against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, “take a second to wake up. There’s time.”

I lay my head back down against him, blushing a little as I realize that what I assumed was my mattress is just his body that I’m curled up in his lap, kind of sprawled over his torso, my face tucked against his pectoral –

God, is he really that big, that I can basically use his body as a bed?

Or am I just that small?

I peer up at him again, more awake now, taking a deep breath and raising a hand to rub at

my eye.

Slowly, a smile overtakes his mouth.

“What?” I mutter, shaking my head a little to clear it, a smile pulling at my lips as well

Emergency calls only (m¿

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because…..well, because he’s just staring at me. And it’s kind of nice.

“You’re just so pretty, he whispers, his voice a little awed as he traces his knuckles down the soft skin of my cheek.

I can’t help it then I burst into a brilliant smile.

Because my mate thinks I’m pretty.

I squeak with happiness, reaching up and winding my arms around Jackson’s neck, pulling him close and pressing

mouth to mine and kissing me like he’s been waiting for hours to do it, like he can’t

obviously, I kiss him right back.

–

of the morning than we were last night. There was something freeing about the darkness about knowing that as long

by which

both aware that it’s

our kiss. I stay close, speaking softly as I run a hand. through his messy hair, tucking it back behind

up, and I can tell that he’s pleased.

know that?” I ask, my

I met her,” he murmurs, his finger curling in a tendril of my hair,

I tilt

my

and then burst into a smile as the truth hits me. All those

calls only be

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along the cliffs with another

a dream,

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there’s no time to tend to that right now. “The only problem is,” I say, looking around the forest, “that my wolf is very obviously a girl wolf, and anyone who sees and smells me will figure it

to stand up and ridiculously bringing me with him, setting me on my feet only when he’s fully standing. “We’ll only shift if we run out

think…” I bite my lip, looking up at him. “I mean, are we going to be too

to climb it in the night would have been…well, the

up at him and crossing my arms, “what you’re saying is….if I hadn’t been. weighting

but scooping me up in his arms instead and turning met in a slow circle as he presses one last kiss to my mouth. “You can slow

and we begin to assess our plan and our few possessions. We quickly share the water, though I insist Jackson drink the majority of it – I

quietly. “If we’re going

–

now any extra weight is a

calls only

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onto my head and plop the hat over top of

last strands of my hair beneath the brim. “Where on earth did

say, lofty, as we both turn away from the plateau, and start out in

murmurs behind me, “melter of very tiny pieces of glass…such raw power…”

ahead of me, which is barely a path and more of a lucky outcropping of rock. I marvel again at Jackson’s sense of balance, as well as the fact

in front of us, beyond which I know is the bridge surrounded by cadets. I wonder, passively, whether those guarding it have crossed already? Or they’re still biding their time, hoping to take out more of their “enemies” before

to go check,” Jackson says, looking forward through the woods.

I say, turning