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.

like it's a great secret. "Someone had to teach them what a coup was. And they let me sleep in the

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Jesse murmurs, his face falling into more

nose a little bit.

folding his arms on the wall so that his face is level with hers. He hardly blinks as he stares at her, his eyes moving slowly over her face. "That's not my fault, is it? Someone is letting her time be rather monopolized by one of my cousins. And not the cousin I would

bit as she fights a smile. "And which cousin

Mark, for sure." Jesse says, his eyebrows going up, completely honest. Daphne bursts into laughter. "Mark is a lot of fun - he knows a lot of strange animal facts." She laughs harder. "Honestly,

that she doesn't notice the way that her scent - nutmeg, and fresh linen, and spicy white roses - makes his shoulders unwind, his

notice, she doesn't let him know. She just smiles and shakes her head

her eyes. "Stay. We so rarely get pretty

little, her stomach tightening in a way that surprises her. And then she lifts her head, slowly meeting his eyes again. "I thought you weren't

lets his lashes fall down over his eyes. "Apologies, Daph," he murmurs. "You'll have to let a man have his weaknesses, especially at Midwinter." He raises his head again, holding her gaze steadily with his own. "And especially when the weakness itself looks

and grins, and stares into Jesse Sinclair's brown eyes. Inside, her wolf trips over