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?

long do I have left to

even though I'm thrilled to be up. I flop around in the bed,

wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing

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

at Jesse, because I know he wandered in late and probably got less sleep than all of us, before quickly and quietly getting cleaned up and ready for my day. When that's all done, Jackson takes my hand in his

for sniping

Game yesterday, me giving him the details of all the shots that I took and discussing different ways I could have done it, perhaps improved my

at the Captain, standing there with his arms crossed. "Cadet Clark," he says, raising an eyebrow at Jackson and looking

her safety,