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.

widens, matching mine, and I squeak with happiness, reaching up and winding my arms around Jackson’s neck, pulling him close and pressing probably a dozen kisses to his check and neck. “Morning,” I murmur,

to his, bringing his mouth to mine and kissing me like he’s been waiting

obviously, I kiss him right back.

–

was something freeing about the darkness about knowing that as long as it persisted, there was nothing

by which we can

both aware that it’s time to move.

I run a hand. through his messy hair, tucking it back

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

that?” I ask, my eyes going wide.

finger curling in a tendril of my hair, “a couple times. Dreaming.”

I tilt

my

a second and then burst into a smile as the

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the cliffs with another wolf at my side-

a dream, was

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looking around the forest, “that my wolf is very obviously a girl wolf, and anyone who sees and smells me

him, setting me on my feet only when he’s fully standing. “We’ll only shift if we run

up at him. “I

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 there’s plenty of reason

say, smiling up at him and crossing my arms, “what you’re saying is….if I hadn’t been. weighting you down, you’d already be across the finish line?”

but scooping me up in his arms instead and turning met in a slow

down. Jackson laughs, but he puts me back on his feet and we begin to assess our plan and our few possessions.

need this?” I ask quietly. “If we’re going to rush,

–

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 now.”

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my hair onto my head and plop

helping me tuck the last 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

from the plateau, and start out in the blue light of the

forget,” he murmurs behind me, “melter of very

my shoulder, but I focus on my steps on the narrow path ahead of me, which is barely a path and more of a lucky outcropping of rock. I marvel again

which I know is the bridge surrounded by cadets. I wonder, passively, whether those guarding it have crossed already? Or they’re still biding

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

say, turning towards the forest.