The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0446

We have a really nice evening, especially when the food comes and then we get to share in on the muffins that Daphne's mother sent along as a gift, but even despite that I think all of our eyes are on the clock. Tomorrow everything starts again, after all, and we're all

anxious to make a good start. We end the evening earlier than we usually do.

Daphne is the first to leave, making her excuses about having a ton of sewing to get started on in the morning, and we all bid very sorrowful goodbyes that she laughs off cheerfully, reminding us that while we have a workout in the morning she just gets to get up and have coffee and start sewing. Ben and Luca stay a little longer, but they bow out soon after. After I give Ben his kiss goodbye on the cheek and wave him away down the hall, I take both of Luca's hands in mine and lean back against the wall of the stone corridor, looking up at him. "So, what was that all about?" I ask, a little smirk on my lips.

"What was what all about?" Luca asks, blinking innocently and playing dumb.

I just narrow my eyes. "Your secret rendezvous with Jackson. Ben thinks you two were kissing, by the way."

thumb. "Look at you, Princess," he murmurs, "practicing one whole hour of restraint in not asking that question." He steps close to me and presses a hand to the wall above my head, leaning in and looking down at me, just a bit. I bite my

closer, a little shiver of delight running through me when his body presses against mine. "Now tell me - what

between each other for how to behave. No beheadings, reduced

legitimately surprised.

behind my neck and cradling my head. "Now, do I get a kiss goodnight? Or have we all grown so chaste that even that

his head and presses his lips to mine. My body sings, my wolf prancing, to feel his mouth again on my own. I kiss him slowly and

so close that I can feel his words as

then starts down the hall. I call him a goodnight and then move back into the room, where Rafe and Jesse are cleaning up the plates from dinner and carrying everything to the dumbwaiter. Jackson helps too, clearly doing my share of the work. "Thank you," I say, laughing a little and

do the work - but honestly it all goes by so quick between the three of them that there's not much more for me to do. I slip into my nook, pulling out my pajamas for the evening, my ears trained for Jackson's