The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Jackson's eyes go wide for a second with worry as my dad focuses singularly on him and takes one single, dangerous step in his direction.

"Dominic!" my mother snaps, and then she's moving quickly between my dad and my mate, turning and holding a hand up in front of my father's face. "Think about what you're doing right now, let alone the impression you're making!"

The growl dies in my father's throat as he blinks, hard and refocuses on my mom. "The...the impression? Ella, this man's scent is all over our child, he's claiming her as his mate, and you want me to worry about first impressions!?"

"Dominic," mom murmurs, stepping closer and shocking me by laughing a little bit. Slowly she stands on her tiptoes and takes his face in her hands. "Don't you get it? He didn't claim her as his mate – the Goddess fated them. And if I know my daughter as well as I think I do, then I'd be willing to bet a lot of money that Ariel had more to do with this than poor Jackson did."

Dad stares at mom for a long moment before turning to look at me. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I just shrug, feeling awkward and...well, old. Because my entire life I've been dad's little girl, and now here I am...introducing him to my mate.

with tears. "Yeah," I say, shrugging again, not knowing what to do. "I've...I've known since the first day as

lip trembles as my dad stares at me, shocked, and I can't help the tears that start to slip down my cheeks. I also

to him, dad," I squeak

stares at me for a long, long moment before he lets out a long, long groan, covering his face with his hands and tilting his head back towards

keep my eyes

Rafe stand still, waiting for my dad to decide what he's going to do next. Mom steps close to dad, wrapping an arm around his waist and waiting patiently until he drops his hands from his face, folding his arms around her and sighing deeply before looking down

back at me. "I

unable to help it, as Rafe scowls. He hates his nickname. "He hasn't left us yet. And Markie and Juniper. Or Ariel - not really." She

helps me stand and then I wheel my little IV over to my dad's side, slipping

ready to take on my dad when dad was about to slash him to pieces. But meeting my father in a calm, pleasant way? He

squeezes my hand in his. "Introduce me to your young