The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0794 Oh, would you lay off, Jesse growls, swatting his wolf away. Obviously, I would never.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Midnight snaps. Jesse whips his head up to see her with her hands on her hips, glaring down at him. He smiles, laughing a bit.

"I'm sorry, Midnight, will you start again? I got lost in my thoughts."

She frowns for a minute but then slowly her expression turns into a smile. "I like it when you apologize," she says, quiet. "It's nice."

"Then I'll keep doing it," Jesse says, smiling back. "But please, continue."

She does, and Jesse does his best to truly listen. But just before he gives Midnight his full attention, Jesse reaffirms to himself and his wolf the very real truth in his mind: that even if she is his mate, Midnight is off limits, physically and romantically. To cross that line with someone so damaged would be a sincere violation. And he would never do that not to her, not to anyone.

And so Jesse determines, instead, to be Midnight's best friend - her protector and her buddy, by her side whenever she needs him.

Because mate or not, everyone deserves someone like that. And Midnight's never had it.

So, Jesse steps up to the task, determined to keep Midnight by his side even as he tries to get back home to his family and the people he loves.

fist - the one that held Ariel's hand. The one she was ripped from. The

be paying attention but...god damn it, he doesn't want to fucking be here. He doesn't understand

- why isn't anyone taking any action!? Why

murmurs, lightly knocking his shoulder into Jackson's. "Are you okay, man?" Jackson looks over at his friend, his mate's brother,

the Duke at the front of

after the good news about the fact that Ariel basically obliterated Atalaxia's entire air force in one go stupid of them to send them all out at once - the rest of this meeting has been useless gibberish. The kind of

and exhausted as she explained that she had healed his palm, on which Ariel had left third-degree burns. And

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of his hands by someone that intelligence

they'd want her and why they'd want her off that battlefield. She had been absolutely obliterating them and was about to burn herself out letting

Where the fuck

Valley's

right," Dominic Sinclair says, snapping Jackon's head back up. "So that's the plan for now. We marshal our intelligence units, we send queries and ambassadors, and

away from the

moment the meeting breaks up, disgust filling him. Rafe calls after him, grabbing for his arm, but Jacks he doesn't want to hurt his friend, but god, he's just got to get out of here. He's got to make a plan, he's