The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0250

I move fast down the hall, Jackson at my heels, and I hope desperately that we’re lucky enough to evade the guards who prowl these halls at night. I mean, we haven’t had a problem with being attacked in our own Palace…ever? So the guards are few and far between. But still, we’ve got to move fast – because if they see us, they’re definitely going to tell my mom that I’m out of bed.

And I really, really want nothing more right now than a few stolen hours with Jackson.

My mate runs after me, shaming me a bit with his speed and his silence, and I can feel the joy pulsing through him as we go. He’s checking his steps, I know, to let me take the lead but then again, I’m the one who knows where to go. When I get to the end of the hall I fling open a door and wave him through, whispering “to the top! All the way up!”

Jackson sends a gorgeous grin over his shoulder before he starts to run up the stairs, so sweet and handsome that it makes me stumble in my steps a bit. But I recover quickly, dashing up after my mate. When Jacks gets to the top of the fourth flight he pushes open the only door there, and steps out onto our rooftop garden.

“Whoa,” he says, going still so fast that I almost bang into him.

bothering to be quiet anymore as I give him a playful shove out of the doorway and press the door

he whispers, a bit in awe, turning and taking in the four ancient, gnarled olive trees that stand

creating the effect of a very charming little orchard garden. Along the southern wall there’s an outdoor kitchen all set

shed and pulling out some blankets and pillows, handing them to my mate, who follows. “So, she built us this little garden.

fridge and pulling out a bottle of white wine, pouring us each a glass. “There’s food, if you want it.”

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curiously and peering around. “You

branches of the trees if you lay down on the ground. “Mom didn’t grow up with much, so she has kind of a scarcity mindset. She stocks snacks all around the Palace so that if anyone ever feels a single hunger pang, she can be on it. Plus, growing up, Rafe did eat pretty much

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before I scatter the pillows around. Then I sink down onto the blanket, patting the ground next to me, inviting Jackson to sit. He does, handing me one of the glasses. “Your mom didn’t grow up with much?” he asks, a little confused. And I

status like she was born to