The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

My mouth pops open in mock indignation as my sister fights her urge to smirk. "I have always been badass and cool, Juniper!" I protest, laughing.

"Ariel, believe me," Juniper sighs, rolling her eyes but letting her smile run free. "You have been the opposite of badass and cool. You were like, a pink bubblegum fairy glitter princess -"

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"Ugh," she groans. "Nevermind. Still not cool. Plus, now you've brought your mates home," she murmurs, looking at Luca and then around to where Jackson is standing with our mom, clearly intuiting that he's the other one. "Like this family needed more Alpha men around, all gigantic and eating everything in sight -"

"Not my Alphas," I counter, grinning at her, my arm still around her shoulders. "I got them trained up real good."

"So that's the other one?" she says, raising her chin towards Jackson, her voice dubious.

I say, unable to keep the pride from my voice. That's my man over there, standing awkwardly at my mom's side with her arm around his waist as she happily

between Jackson and my mom. As we stand observing them, Jackson's eyes move over to us like

as her eyes focus on mom's arm around Jackson's waist. "Because right now, it kind of looks

absolutely still with shock, staring at my sister, before

and then I look back at where mom is leaning into Jackson's side - being so nice to him, wanting him to feel comfortable in this big room full of people - but...yeah. Maybe looking a little too close

know. "You're so gross," I groan, shoving my little sister playfully away from

see this - he'll get all jealous, and then we'll have a body to clean up. Which will be interesting, but messy." I grin, ignoring her words. Because as much

waist so that she can reach for Juniper and me when we come near. "I

well, you've got about five more minutes of us being nice," Junie sighs, letting mom fold her into a hug on one

step away, heading to the little bar in the corner for drinks. Roger lets out a booming laugh at his own joke as he wraps me

Rog," I say, beaming up into his