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

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

any action!?

his shoulder into Jackson's. "Are you okay, man?" Jackson looks over at his friend, his mate's brother, with a solemn frown. Ben, on Rafe's other side, looks at

the front of the room. Dominic and Roger listen closely to advisors who tell them vital information about the state

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 his eyes

she explained that she had healed 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 from the

—

- snatched right out of his hands by someone that intelligence had identified as a fucking

understands completely why 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

fuck is she

at him. Because despite Moon Valley's apparently extensive resources, no one seems

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

away from

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