The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0375

"Ariel," Jesse says, tightening the hand on my shoulder as he grins at me. "This isn't going to wash off like my scent markings in the Academy did. Jackson's.... in your pores now. For a couple of days, every Luna you meet is going to be begging to see your new mark, and every Alpha is going to be giving you some distance, lest Jacks bites his head off."

Luca just stands, tense, against the bed, his mouth pressed shut and his throat working like he's fighting strong nausea. But I can't pay attention now, turning to Jesse, desperate for more information. But Rafe interrupts.

*And dad," Rafe says, his grin deepening, "is going to flip."

"What!?" I shriek, totally freaked out now, looking between them and then over at Jacks. "But I! We didn't! I don't have his mark! We just..."

I groan, and drop my face into my hands, mortified.

Because Rafe and Jesse are too polite to say it, but what they really mean is that I now smell like Jackson and I were up fucking all night, consummating our mating bond and making it official.

But we weren't!

scent marking even exist," I moan against my palms. "If

as part of your harem, when you've already given your mark to someone else. I mean, an

back, thinking that that hits a little too close to home in this case and Jesse and

is all so fucking hilarious to everyone," Luca snaps, and when I turn my head to him I see his shoulders still trembling slightly as he glares around at each of us in turn. "Now could everyone please fucking leave, so I can have a conversation with my mate about why she left the me at the club early last night, claiming she was tired, only to climb

in shock at the accusation

mind turns to my sneaky wolf who pretended to be sleepy last night, who now turns in a guilty circle inside of me, her

Jackson lifts his eyes to me, and I realize that...I may have

towards Luca and coming immediately to my defense." You

and keeping

rubbing the back of his neck, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. "It doesn't look great,

"It was.... not my intent," I murmur, trying to walk a fine line here between making Luca feel better an honoring the time I spent

snapping with his anger as he steps towards me. He stares at me with such hurt in his eyes, pain all over him, that my lip begins to