The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0750

Jackson's silence is long. Too long.

I whip my face back to him, my mouth a grim line.

His expression is...carefully blank.

"Oh no," I whisper, slumping down, my hand whipping up to cover the mark. "You hate it —"

"Ari," he sighs, scowling and swatting at my forearm, attempting to knock my hand aside. "Don't do that - I don't hate it -"

"You do!" I protest, a little more devastated than I thought I'd be, even if I knew this was coming. I mean, he can't like it, can he?

"I don't hate it!" Jacks insists, laughing at me a little as I stubbornly keep the mark covered and frown at him, leaning away. "Seriously, Ari, it's fine."

"It's fine?"

He laughs again, giving up the attempt to pull my hand away and leaning back against the pillows. "Do you want me to lie and say I think it's my new favorite feature?"

I narrow my eyes. "Well then tell me what you really think."

Jackson leans forward a bit to peer

by my words.

groan, lashing out a leg and kicking at him. "You can't possibly think it's

says, laughing and grabbing my leg, using it to haul me closer to him. "Besides, when I was at your place for

screech, a little shocked. "How the hell did she come

listen," he growls, gathering me further into his lap, even as I go limp in protest to make

grumble noncommittally but allow myself to be fully ensconced on his lap and wrapped up in his arms. "Sera told me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. "That if I don't have anything nice to say...I shouldn't say anything at all. So. It's precisely fine. That

the realization of the truth - that he really doesn't like it. I mean, not that I expect or

- I mean

—

hates it,

at it every day for the rest of

it again with my

closer and dropping kisses to my hair. "It's simply...not to my taste." "That phrase has Ella

to feed me duck liver," he murmurs, "or mark my mate with an uneven bite very high on her neck because

out laughing and smack Jackson on the shoulder, and then I sigh when I take in the full meaning of his words - that it truly

his arms. "I'm serious, Ari, you shouldn't be worried about what I think," he murmurs. "Feel how you want to feel about it. I

so good - so even tempered and sweet despite the Alpha impulses that must be hating, every second, the idea of another man's mark on my body. Honestly, when the Goddess chose Jacks for me, she must have known

murmurs. "It

still. "Faded?" I