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.

My sister holds his gaze for a moment,

her eyes to me. "I like this one," she says, grinning a little, which makes me smile too. "He's quiet. He gets me. You should keep this one, throw the loud

her chin to where Luca is already surrounded by a group of our Alpha

around me and pulls me close to his side. I grin, deciding not to counter, pleased for Jackson

her all of her children and her family gathered warm around her. She

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

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. Dad puts out a hand, passively stroking my hair

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,