The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0640

Jackson's aware that I'm holding something back - I shut down the bond a little bit so he doesn't hear my thoughts or feel my feelings as I speak - but he doesn't say anything about it, giving me my peace and my privacy.

"That's an interesting assignment," he murmurs, letting his hand travel idly up and down my back. "Though...I don't know why Faiza wants you to train so hard as a spy. I'm not...I mean, Ariel, I'm not going to let you go into situations like that without me." I bite my lip and nod, because I agree - I have no intention of doing anything dangerous without Jackson by my side. We've already made that clear to each other and to the Captain.

"She's still my teacher, though." I murmur. "I...still want to learn."

Jacks nods his understanding and takes my hand in his, raising it to brush a kiss over my fingers. "I hope you'll think about bringing me some time in the future," he murmurs, keeping his words light, I think so I won't feel pressured. "I want to see you in action. And keep you safe."

"You just want to see me as a redhead," I whisper, grinning at him.

He snarls a little bit at this and shakes his head, vehement. "You're the perfect blonde," he murmurs, his eyes moving to my hair. "Besides - it's already...pinkish orange."

I gasp a little, laughing and smacking him on the arm. "The proper term is rose-gold."

He laughs along with me, nodding. "Yes," he says, letting his eyes drift shut. "My perfect little rose-gold wolf. I remember."

there rubbing one eye, looking

you," Jackson growls, pointing a finger at him.

a hand around my ankle. "I've got the contact. Give Ariel the juice. I'll never ask

I flop my hand out to Jacks and he rolls his eyes,

fault," Rafe calls, and I peek over Jackson to see my brother frowning and moving towards

being broody," Jesse calls. "Looking

a second like his choices of pastimes are a complète mystery. But then shrugs. "Whatever. Get your energy set you have to take Ariel for her run while Jackson and I

—

word as I gasp, sitting straight up, having

down at Jesse, still passing both of us his

keep your

whisper-shriek, my hands flying to my chest. "What - how did you -

this conversation," Jesse mutters, closing his eyes and looking away. "I confess nothing. Your boyfriend's stupid snout is

smell her on him?" I whisper, leaning over

of smell is better than yours," Jackson murmurs, casual. I scowl at him, jealous,

telling me everything,"