The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0335

"I don't know," Daphne says, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes a little in a challenge. "Are your Midwinter cookies any good?"

Jesse sighs sharply. "Nah, our cookies are crap."

Daphne bursts out laughing again, and Jesse goes with her.

"Seriously," Jesse continues, shaking his head. "Mom isn't particularly domestic, so all our cookies are store bought, and they're gone in like eight seconds. You have to fight to the death to get your hands on one. Chase - he'll bite you, and Bella, she has this really pointy stick -"

"Oh, I'm sure it's not all that bad," Daphne murmurs, still grinning, her eyes slipping down over Jesse even though she didn't mean them to.

"No," he sighs, leaning against the wall and giving her a smile. "I assure you, it is. In fact, mom, dad, and I aren't out on the town tonight - the children have staged a coup and barred us from the house. It's chaos over there - complete child anarchy. We fear that we're going to return home to all of the living room furniture torn to pieces, scrapped for firewood and spare parts for their tree fort."

"And yet, something tells me that's precisely how you like it," Daphne says, leaning against the wall with her chin in her hand, studying him.

a coup was. And they let me sleep in the yard, which is more than they allow mom and dad. I get a little bowl of scraps and a torn

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she asks, wrinkling her nose a

hers. He hardly blinks as he stares at her, his eyes moving slowly over her face. "That's not

a bit as she fights a

knows a lot of strange animal facts." She laughs harder. "Honestly, Daphne, its for your own edification, really! You should definitely hang out exclusively with

air between them, hoping desperately that she doesn't notice the way that her scent - nutmeg,

him know. She just smiles and shakes her head a little, like she doesn't know what to do with

on, Daph," he murmurs, staring into her eyes. "Stay. We so rarely get

murmurs, hanging her head a little, her stomach tightening in a way that surprises her. And then she lifts her head, slowly meeting

and smiles slightly, and lets his lashes fall down over his eyes. "Apologies, Daph," he murmurs. "You'll have to let a man have his weaknesses, especially

grins, and stares into Jesse Sinclair's brown eyes. Inside, her wolf trips over her own feet as she turns towards Jesse,