The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0330

Jacks sighs and deftly takes the glass from me, setting it on a table by his side as he speaks. "Luca doesn't want me to come," he murmurs, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Oh, Luca won't even know you're there," I say, waving a hand to dismiss the idea. "Seriously, Jacks"

"No, seriously, Ariel," he says, his tone a little sharper than I've heard from him before. I go still, looking up into his face, realizing that Jackson is asserting himself. Which I certainly want him to do - I just...am not used to it. He sighs and takes my face between his palms, stepping close, speaking more softly now. "I'm fine with it, okay? This is Luca's big night, he's worked hard for it, he deserves the spotlight. And he deserves your full attention. And beyond that, you deserve to have a night where you just get to concentrate on him - I know that if I'm there you'll check yourself, always looking over your shoulder to make sure that I'm okay."

I sigh too, my expression falling as I gaze up at my sweet, thoughtful mate. "I just...always want you to be okay."

"I know," he murmurs, slipping his hand around to the back of my head and wrapping his other arm around me, pulling me close, bringing my head to his chest so I can hear his words rumbling as he speaks them. "Take the night, Ariel. Feel what it's like to be Luca's mate, to give him your full attention. I think that's...important."

murmur, hating the idea of

his face again when I hear the smirk in his voice. "When you pick me, Ariel, I want it to be with the full knowledge of what life would be like as Luca's mate - all the highs and lows. I'm not going to be accepting any accusations that I sabotaged his chances by always hanging around you, spoiling your

would never accuse you of that!" I

laughing a little. "But he

think you're too good, McClintock," I whisper, shaking my head

and pulls me up onto my toes as he dips his head to kiss me. His movements are rougher than usual, his lips hard on mine in

little howl, frantically turning in circles, urging me to try to find a way to stay in his arms. To make him come with us, or stay here, or run away to Aunt Cora's beach cottage with him and just live on whatever canned food they've

like this - pressed wann against Jackson's

when he pulls away, but

like he's daring me to have more fun than I could with him. Because

my family is starting to head out the door.