The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0474

When I open my eyes, I am indeed still wrapped up in Jackson's arms.

But we're not in my little private nook at the academy - we're sitting on a cliff's edge, looking out over a moonlit sea. "It's cool here," Jackson murmurs, looking appreciatively out over the scenery. "We've only ever come here as our wolves before." "Oh noooo," I groan, pounding my fists once against his chest. "We fell asleep! Jacks! I'm so sorry!"

"Why?" he asks, peering down at me and laughing. "What's the big deal?"

"The big deal," I say, frowning up at him, "is that we didn't get any time together. It's crap, Jacks - I want to see you, to...be around you. And not just when we're unconscious or running or at breakfast."

"Well, this is pretty good, isn't it?" he asks, smiling at me, the cool breeze ruffling his hair.

I sigh, looking around. "Yeah, it's pretty great," I say with a sigh. "But I want you in person too."

"Okay," he says with a little sigh. "But how do we manage that?"

"Jacks," I say, realizing the answer as soon as he asks the question. "I want you to come to study time. And to dinner. I...want you to be a part of the group. It sucked without you there," I say, completely honest, letting him feel it. "I missed you the whole time." He raises his brows at me, hesitant. "But, Luca..."

my head. "You're part of the group. And you don't have to come all the

though he's a little swept away by

against him. "And I'll deal with Luca this time. We'll just have to...figure it

deep down happy and relieved. Because he wanted to be at dinner too - I could feel

and content and peaceful as I look around at the beautiful dark cliffside around me, marveling in its

the wind riffling through his hair as he likewise takes

tucking myself closer against him, and Jackson grins and looks

sight of his

fabric of his shirt and pulling him a bit closer.

me backwards towards the ground, angling his body above mine. "Trust me, Ariel, if we were doing the things that run through my mind most of the time, I would not be earning

my blood race through my veins. "Things like what?" I murmur, wrapping one

he murmurs, dropping his head to trail his nose along the length of my neck, following it up with a line of serious, intent kisses - each slow and rich, like he's

he hears it, pressing them lightly against

I shudder, hard.

his head, looking into my face,