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.

his plans for the week and his schedule as I try to shove as much food and coffee down my throat as I can, knowing that I need it. To my

"I know we won't have much to study yet, but we can scope out the best

yourself," I sigh, knowing that I have Chemistry this afternoon and will certainly have a pile of

stands at a table across the room, a man dressed in

and surprise, instantly straighten in alert, turning in

noticing the change in atmosphere at the table. "What's going on?" Ben and Rafe likewise put down their forks,

that I can feel vibrating through me. Jacks puts his hands flat on the table, clearly intending to stand

as he wills himself to stay in his

Alan Wright across the room. "What the...how the fuck is

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

clearly on the verge of striding over there and using his fists to let Alan know precisely how welcome he is

hear?" Ben asks, looking between us. "It was...all over the