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.

his fist - the one that held Ariel's hand. The one

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

anyone taking any action!? Why isn't he racing from the

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

lie, Jackson just tersely turns his gaze on the King and the Duke at the front of the room. Dominic and Roger listen closely to advisors who tell them vital information

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 palm, on which Ariel had left third-degree burns. And then Ellá had held Jackson as he sobbed after she told him what happened – that Roger injected him with something to knock him out, and that they took him

—

his hands by someone

her? Jackson understands completely why they'd want her and why they'd want her off that battlefield. She had been absolutely obliterating

the fuck is

Valley's apparently extensive resources, no one seems

now. We marshal our intelligence units, we send queries

away from

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