The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0218

“Let me talk to your brother,” dad growls, each word slow and distinct. “I need…more information about how the rest of the time at the Academy has been. Although, I’m going to put him through a meat grinder the moment I see him, so he’s not going to be able to get any words out.”

“You can ask Jesse, then,” I offer, more cheerful than I have a right to be, because I can see dad’s determination starting to crumble.

Dad just glares at me. “Don’t think he’s not dead too.”

“Please,” Cora says, her voice dry, “murder your own children. Leave mine to me. I’ve got special plans for that sneaky little rat a long, slow death, I think…”

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Dad glances towards Cora, opening his mouth to retort, but we all go silent and turn towards the second door in the room the moment it opens and Rafe reappears with a certain tall, freshly–showered Alpha by his side.

Rafe’s eyes go wide when he sees the collection of his loved–ones gathered on the poor over -burdened bed and he puts out a hand, smacking Jackson in the chest and stopping him in his tracks.

though – Jackson, in a fresh cadet uniform, his hair all wet and slicked back? God, but he looks so good.

feeling my emotions down the bond, passing his own relief and joy back to me. But then

realizing precisely who is

dad slowly gets to his feet, scenting the air, a vicious growl building in the back of his throat as he recognizes

say, my voice worried as I shoot a glance between him and Jackson, grabbing for his sleeve. But my dad just brushes me off, moving slowly as he stands, his eyes moving between Rafe and

dangerous. “And

says, stepping in front

eyes wide.

brother, glaring daggers at him. “Step aside, Rafe, let

to my surprise, he steps to the side, letting Jackson handle this himself – some Alpha instinct letting him know that this

spouting an explanation in the face of my father like this, Jackson stands his ground. He sets his jaw and curls his hands into determined fists. His shoulders slump forward, just a little, in what I think is a sign of non–aggression, letting my dad know that he does not want to fight. But he doesn’t give up a single

them.