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.

him close and pressing probably a dozen kisses to his check and neck. “Morning,” I murmur, after the

mouth to mine and kissing me like he’s

I kiss

–

now, in the light of the morning than we were last night. There was something freeing about the darkness about knowing that as long as it persisted, there was nothing we could do except explore each other.

there’s light by which

aware that it’s time to move.

a hand. through his messy hair, tucking it back behind his ear,

going up, and I can tell that he’s pleased. “Little

I

he murmurs, his finger curling in a tendril of my hair, “a couple times.

I tilt

my

into a smile as the

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just a dream, was

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“that my wolf is very obviously a girl wolf, and anyone who sees and smells me will figure it out.”

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 of time, yeah?”

bite my lip, looking up at him. “I mean, are we

turning to look north. “The only people who would have made it to the mountain and been able to climb it in the night would have been…well, the best of Warrior Track. So, maybe Jesse and Rafe. But still, I think

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

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

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 got some liquids out of the

this?” I ask quietly. “If we’re going

–

move fast now any extra weight is a detriment. Besides,” he bends over, scooping my discarded hat out of

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my lips as I wind the majority of my hair onto my head and plop the

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

forget powerful sorcerer,” I say, lofty, as we both turn away from the plateau, and start out in the blue light of the

murmurs behind me, “melter of very tiny

steps on the narrow path ahead of me, which is barely a path and more of a lucky outcropping

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 they shift and make their run

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

turning towards the