The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0815 I spend a long, long time in the stupid purifying bath that Pippa drew for me. And I spend most of that time crying.

At first Pippa had been afraid when I had gasped, my hands slapping across my mouth, and instantly burst into tears. She had dashed to my side, desperate to help, but I had pushed her away - desperate to just concentrate on the voice echoing in my mind.

Because it had been Jackson - Jackson's voice in my head, echoing there, letting me know that he was near, somehow, by some miracle. And of course he'd wanted to barge right through these palace walls to get t to me - but it's too dangerous. My sweet, powerful mate will be instantly outmatched. Not even he can take on a whole castle, after all.

Just...the barest snatch of the conversation, and then his voice was gone as suddenly as it came. I had cried my little heart out then, sobbing into my hands. Pippa, darling that she is, simply ascribed my sadness to monthly hormonal issues and patted me on my shoulder before leaving the room, letting me have some time alone.

I let her think that I was just experiencing some weird PMS symptom, not wanting to explain. Because even as I'm coming to trust her and consider her a friend, I still think that her allegiances are to Atalaxia. And no one in Atalaxia really needs to know that my other mate is here.

But...where is here? Is Jacks...is he in the palace?

And why could I hear him, only for a moment?

I think about it the more I realize that it would be ridiculous to send Jackson with a delegation of ambassadors. To begin with, he'd immediately stick out as a warrior amongst everyone else in the cohort. He's head and shoulders taller than anyone

who he is and what he looks like. God, if they sent him disgused as an ambassador, he would be killed for certain, just as Gabriel

clever enough

Right?

I hope that they

with the ambassadors...how is Jackson here? And why? Are there more troops surrounding the castle? My blood runs cold at the thought - at a mounting battle that

scowl, lifting my pruney

I get to carry forever. I smile a little, remembering the day he gave it to me, the feel of his sharp canine against my skin. A little shiver runs through

ever get out of here, the entire world is going to be hard pressed to pry me from his side

forcing