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

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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.

own smile widens, matching mine, and I squeak with happiness, reaching up and winding my arms around Jackson’s neck, pulling him

after a moment and tilts my face up to his, bringing his mouth to mine and

obviously, I kiss him

–

more contained, 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,

by which we can see?

that it’s time to

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

says, his eyebrows going up, and I can tell

you know that?” I ask, my

he murmurs, his finger curling in a tendril of my hair,

I tilt

my

smile as the truth hits

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the cliffs with another wolf at my side-

just a dream, was it?

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the forest, “that my wolf is

plan the same, then,” Jackson says, starting to stand up and ridiculously bringing me with him, setting me on my

lip, looking up at him. “I mean, are

climb it in the night would have been…well, the best of Warrior Track. So, maybe Jesse and

my arms, “what you’re saying is….if I hadn’t been. weighting you down, you’d already be across

his arms instead and turning met in a slow circle as he presses one last kiss to my mouth.

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

I ask quietly. “If we’re going to

–

he says, shrugging and making a snap decision as he likewise tosses his backpack into the brush. “We need to move fast now any extra 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 out to me, “I’m your weapon

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snatch my hat from him, unable to keep the smile from my lips as I wind the majority of my hair onto my head and plop the hat over top of it. Because I

strands of my hair beneath the brim. “Where on earth did my mate go? Now there’s only her boyish twin, Ari Clark, marksman and chemical mastermind…”

we both turn away from the plateau, and start

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

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

cliff face, a little forest stretches out 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

go check,” Jackson says, looking forward

say, turning