The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0609

Jackson groans a little, turning towards me, pulling me tight against his chest so that our stomachs line up, so that I can hook one leg over his in the way I like to, so I can press my cheek to his chest. We don't say anything for a long time and I can feel Jackson trying to figure out how he feels, and what is right, and where he fits in it all.

But through all of it, I can also feel that he's exhausted.

"Come on, baby," I whisper, reaching up and stroking a hand over his hair. "Let's go to sleep. Go for a little cliff run as our wolves. We're not getting anything sorted worrying about it, and we need the rest." After a moment, Jackson sighs and dips his head, pressing a kiss to the part of my hair. "You're right," he murmurs, giving me a last squeeze. "I shouldn't have kept you up this long anyway."

"Oh, you can keep me up anytime," I murmur against him, lifting my head to press a kiss to his chest before I let my eyes fall shut. "I love you, and I like your mind, and I like hearing about your ideas." "You're very sweet, princess goddess Sinclair," Jackson sighs, making me smile.

I can feel it as he falls asleep, glad that he's found his rest. And even if I'm incredibly eager to join him in that state, to go for the run that I promised him - I have to admit that I'm disturbed by Jackson's predictions for the future. Is it really so stark as all that? Are all the pieces falling into place for something much, much larger than us?

have left to enjoy this life, which

do, even though I'm thrilled to be up. I flop around in the bed, making him pull me up into his

I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck and

over his head. "None of that!" "Sorry!" I call out to my brother, keeping my voice low as I grimace, hating to have woken

got less sleep than all of us, before quickly and quietly getting cleaned

ready for sniping

and ktalk quietly in the morning light again going over what happened in the Game yesterday, me giving him the details of all the

at the bottom of my blind until they clear their throat, making my whip my head up in surprise to stare at the Captain, standing there with his arms crossed. "Cadet Clark," he says, raising an eyebrow at Jackson and looking him up and down. "I was

safety, sir," Jackson