The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0460

"Well," Rafe says, glancing between Luca and I and clearly intuiting that a little distraction might be necessary, "leave it to the Academy to get Ari out of bed, through a run, and then through a royal meeting before seven in the morning." I turn my attention gratefully to my brother, and he gives me a surreptitious wink. "Are you implying that I'm lazy, Rafe Sinclair?" I counter, raising my coffee to my lips and lifting a challenging eyebrow in his direction.

"Oh, I wasn't implying that, Ari," he says, training his innocent gaze on me. "I was blatantly stating it."

We all laugh at the easy joke, but it does its job, allowing conversation to restart at the table, letting us all relax a bit. Even Luca unwinds, though I think he forces himself to do it - to smile broadly and turn to Jesse next to him and start to chat about some lesson the Warrior track has going on today. I note, though, that his bond to me is closed down - perhaps for my sake.

I take a moment to register this - to note that Luca is trying. He's not having a temper tantrum, after all. It's progress, isn't it?

Next to me, Jackson gives me a nudge with his elbow. "You okay?" he asks, quiet enough that maybe only Ben hears.

"I'm great," I say, smiling up at him. Because this is it now, isn't it? My life with two mates who are both in my life and agreeing, however tacitly, to share space. There are going to be moments of tension like that and we're all just going to have to...deal with it.

as I try to shove as much food and coffee down my throat as I can, knowing that I need it. To my joy and surprise, I discover that

"I know we won't have much to study

for yourself," I sigh, knowing that I have Chemistry this afternoon and will certainly have a pile of homework from Neumann. "But yes, library sounds

figure stands at a table across the

and Luca, feeling my shock and surprise, instantly

the table. "What's going on?" Ben

long, dangerous growl that I can feel vibrating through me. Jacks puts his hands flat on the table, clearly intending to stand up, but I whip out a hand and grab his wrist, begging him

at me, his body tensing as he wills

his eyes focus on Alan Wright across the room. "What the...how the fuck

growls as Jackson does, standing abruptly as he doesn't have me at his side to grab his wrist

returning his eyes to Alan, clearly on the verge of

you guys seriously not hear?" Ben asks, looking between