The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0548

Three hours later, everything has changed.

We're still in the room, having sent word to our professors that we're all...indisposed for the day. But mom is sitting on a cushion on the floor with Rafe's dark head in her lap, softly stroking her favorite's hair as he lays on a series of soft blankets that she had us lay out for him. And even though mom healed him pretty much the moment she came stumbling through the door, she still insists that Rafe not be moved - that he instead be quite intensely pampered exactly where he is.

Luckily, as the traumatized princess, I got a great deal of benefit from the Queen's attentions too. But her administration ended the moment she realized that I was physically fine and I'd rather have something to do to help than be coddled. Since then, my job has been fetching more and more plates of food as they come out of the dumbwaiter and carrying them over to the already-overloaded coffee table.

"My poor babies," mom murmurs, looking between us as I settle a plate of sandwiches down. "What a day you have had."

"We're fine, mom," Rafe sighs, his eyes lightly shut. "You're going to have to stop fussing at some point."

"Never," she sighs, quite sweet, making me smile as she leans forward and presses a kiss to Rafe's head.

"Oh, let him up, Ella," Cora says from her spot by the door, where she, Jesse, and Jacks are already fitting a new door into the gaping hole left by the last one. "Honestly, he's a big boy and you've healed him all up -"

mom corrects, heaving a squeaky sigh as she wraps her arms around her gigantic son,

mom's antics as she hands screws to Jackson

did we even get a door so fast?" I ask, my hands on my hips as the dumbwaiter bell rings again. "And how much food did you have

to get his strength back up and should have as many options as he wants." "Mom, I'm fine,"

and making me laugh as he scowls. "And I'll

more of his strength to speed his healing before mom got here. So, while we all missed breakfast, I think Jackson is feeling particularly ravenous. Down the bond, I can

the final screw and Jesse gives the door an experimental swing. We all turn to

room. "Wow, nice place beyond the...wreckage of the door. Being

table. "Do you want lunch?" I gesture to our wide buffet, which is probably more food than this crew of

prince is laying on

room, staring around at all of the splintered wood, "a

And

in and... eat