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.

the meeting, Jackson just stares at the floor, clenching and unclenching his fist - the one that held Ariel's hand.

want to fucking be here. He doesn't understand why he's here - just standing at Rafe's side - listening to people

action!? Why isn't he racing

friend,

and the Duke at the front of the room. Dominic and Roger listen closely to advisors who tell them vital information about the state of Atalaxia's military and anything they know at all about Jesse or

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 bureaucratic hemming and hawing that makes Jackson want to tear his hair out. Despite himself, Jackson lets

the Palace with Ella in a chair at his bedside. She'd looked worn and exhausted as she explained that she had healed his palm, on which Ariel had left third-degree burns. And then Ellá had held Jackson

—

hands by someone that

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

Where the fuck is she

Valley's apparently extensive resources, no one seems to fucking

that's the plan for now. We marshal our intelligence units, we send

turns away

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