The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0448

"Absolutely not," Rafe growls, looking between me and Jackson. "This is ridiculous - Jackson, you can sleep in your own damn bed -"

"Again, I'm fine with that," Jackson cuts in, I think starting to get frustrated. "But Ariel would be coming with me."

All three boys look to me and I only hesitate for half a second before stepping close to Jackson's side.

"I would," I say, nodding. Because, I mean, I too had assumed that we would be sleeping separately while at school - but now that Jackson has suggested it? I really can't imagine any other way. "Are you serious, Ariel?" Jesse gasps.

"I am," I say, nodding and holding his gaze and then Rafe's. "If you two are strident about not letting Jackson sleep here, I'll go with him."

"It's not safe!" Rafe snaps.

"Seriously, you think Jackson can't protect me? Behind a locked door?"

"But the secrecy element!" Jesse protests. "You can't sleep down there - people will see you coming and going and figure it out!"

sense for me to sleep here," Jackson says, casting out a hand. "Your hall is mostly empty - mine is full all

towards me with a growl. "If you

shout, frowning at my brother and stepping towards him in turn. "Don't you try to intimidate me, Rafe Sinclair, you

being

want to! And you're being all snarly and puffed up because you think you can scare me out

was using his bigger size to intimidate. But he gets over his shame quick enough and groans in frustration, turning away from me and sinking his fingers into his hair, cursing under his breath as he clearly tries to figure something out. Jesse just laughs, low and derisive, shaking his head at us. "I can't believe

meeting Jesse's gaze, clearly inviting him to do something about it. Jesse just rolls his

and striding back over so that he's looking Jackson right in the eye. "But

a moment and then nods, agreeing to hear

standing on my

But they ignore me.

single finger. "Absolutely no funny business. And if that defies translation, Jackson, then use your god damn imagination. You sleep in that bed, and, at most

a problem," Jackson says, crossing his arms. "Like I said, we just want to sleep in

on my hips, fully realizing that they're not even bothering to pretend

up his second finger. "No excess noise. You snore? You talk in your