The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

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"Is it always like this?" Jackson murmurs, and I turn my head to grin up at him as Roger and Cora begin to bicker. He looks around the room, I think a little concerned about the number of people all talking at once, the pack of children screeching happily as they dash around the room, mostly following Jesse like the pied piper. My smile deepens, because even though Jackson is clearly one of the most powerful wolves in the nation at this moment, it's so cute to see him freaked out by a welcome-home party.

"Yes," June says on a deep and tragic sigh, drawing our attention to her. "It's always like this. It's horrible all the time."

"Oh, my little drama queen," my mom croons, stroking June's face in a loving way that she knows is only going to bug Junie further, and which Juniper completely ignores.

just nods slowly at June, like he completely understands. My sister holds his gaze for a moment, a

grinning a little, which makes me smile too. "He's quiet. He gets me. You should keep

where Luca is already surrounded by a group of our Alpha family and cousins, talking animatedly and showing off his boxing

his side. I grin, deciding not to counter, pleased for Jackson and Juniper to each have found an ally in

around her. She steps towards the bar in the corner, waving us to follow. "It's a party, after all - let's have some drinks

with a great deal of laughter, and drinking, and everyone saying hello. I let Rafe and Jesse take center stage, telling stories about the academy as Jesse's three youngest siblings run around the room with some of the children

my favorite ottoman at my dad's feet, where I always sat as a little girl, a glass of wine in my hands. Daphne has settled on a pillow at my side.

Rafe - her favorite - tell the story of Academy life. There are significant gaps, of course, because while I'm sure my whole family knows where I've been for the past few months, we're not telling all our friends yet. So, Rafe and Jesse riff a little, leaving