The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0812 Ella just rolls her eyes at Dominic and moves away from her mate, stepping over towards her sons with a scowl on her face.

"Don't get a divorce," Mark mumbles, covering his eyes with his hand, miserable. "Dad will want to keep us for Midwinter and he'll be crap at presents. And the food."

"Oh, he's not getting rid of me that easily," Ella mumbles, bending over to press a kiss to Mark's head and then moving to sit with Rafe on the couch, ruffling her favorite's hair as she does. And in her heart Ella knows that it's true that she and Dominic are slightly at odds at the moment because she took control out of his hands, and he hates that. But their commitment to each other is far too deep to be truly disturbed by something like a disagreement about the placement of one soldier.

Even if Jackson was probably the most powerful soldier Dominic had.

But some instinct rings true in Ella's heart - she knows, is absolutely sure, that it was right to send Jackson on a solo mission and that Dominic would have fought her on it. She explained all of this and begged Dominic to trust her demi-goddess intuition, but that had just pissed him off more. So, here they are, a week later, still pissy with each other for the time being.

"Any updates?" Rafe asks, sitting up to look into his mother's face.

She nods, curling her legs up beneath her and pulling a pillow into her lap to hug to her chest. "We heard from the delegation that they'd arrived at the Atalaxian castle and made a successful plea for entrance. Roger had very cleverly put a few tiny cameras on a couple of the ambassadors so we could see what's going on within the palace, but as soon as they got in?" She shrugs. "The feeds went dead."

"Damn Atlaxians," Rafe growls, shaking his head. "They must have some kind of magic up."

sit by her side on the floor, wanting the closeness and affection. Ella gives it immediately, running a hand over his hair, petting her youngest

closing his eyes and leaning wolfishly into her hand. "I'm very

stroke his dark hair, grinning as she runs her eyes over Mark's handsome face and tall body, which is growing large enough to give Rafe and

asks, glaring a

Mark for continuing

not take this seriously

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much indulged, allowed to remain immature

says, turning her eyes back to Rafe. "He's just one of the ambassadors, baby. We

looking

one of the party going to Atalaxia. Rafe had argued

the trip ion

dangerous. There was one hell of a chance that all

Ariel better than the other ambassadors, that he might