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.

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

up to his, bringing his mouth to mine and kissing me like he’s been waiting for hours to do it, like he can’t wait for it anymore.

obviously, I kiss him right

–

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

by which

aware that it’s time

after Jackson breaks our kiss. I stay close, speaking softly as I run a hand. through his messy hair, tucking it back behind his ear, “I lied to you yesterday.

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

you know that?” I ask, my eyes

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

I tilt

my

for a second and then burst into a smile as the truth

calls only

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the cliffs with another wolf at

dream, was it?

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I say, looking around the forest, “that my wolf is very

him, setting me on my

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

in the night would have been…well, the best of Warrior Track. So, maybe Jesse and Rafe. But still, I think there’s plenty of

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

we begin to assess our plan and our few

quietly. “If

–

weight is a detriment. Besides,” he bends over, scooping my discarded hat out of the dust where we left it last night and holding it

only

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of my hair onto my head and plop the hat over top of it. Because I quite like the idea of Jackson as my weapon.

tuck the last strands of my hair beneath the brim. “Where on earth did my mate go? Now there’s only

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

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

path and more of a lucky outcropping of

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

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

I say, turning towards the