The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0871

"Plus," Jackson says, putting his hands on his hips and looking down at the ATV with an odd, almost fond expression. "The machine needs to charge. Clever little device, this is doesn't need any power source to regenerate, just time."

My wolf grumbles a little, jealous, because quite frankly we want to be the only clever little thing that Jackson looks at that approvingly. I laugh at myself even as I slowly climb off the machine, knowing that I'm being ridiculous. "Is it safe?" I ask. "To stop here?

I look over my shoulder at the expanse of Atalaxia that we've crossed, though of course I can't see far. The grass stretches for miles in quietly rolling hills. Earlier today we crossed desert wasteland too, but these grassy bits with occasional streams shallow enough for us to ride right through - I like them more.

"Should be safe, Atalaxia is big and they'd have to send out a hell of a lot of troops to find us," Jackson says, helping to steady me and then brushing my hair back over my shoulders when I stand straight and adjust the pack strapped to my back. “Besides, with the Atalaxian King dead and his heir being rather

predisposed to like you...I don't think that there's going to be a big search party on our tail."

I laugh a little and grin up at my mate. "And even if they did, my clever Jackson was way too careful in covering our tracks, right?"

barks out a little laughs and slips his arms around my shoulders. "I prioritized speed, Princess. We should hit the borders of Moon Valley tomorrow and then we can

faults, this bright

confirmation and beings walking us towards the little stream. "Do you mind?" he asks, glancing down at me. "I know it's more rugged

enthused. "And honestly Atalaxia has ruined me a bit for luxury for a while. If I never see gold leaf again, it will be too

little mental nudge that clearly requests the backpack. I hand it over, sitting down

in and then dipping low to splash

quietly as we watch Jackson's makeshift little bath, my shoulders and spine straight.

fierce warrior mate, King's blood and fresh water running long down his body, rippling over his stomach The blood of a King that my mate killed because he threatened

He does this a few times, letting it run through his hair, which plasters thick and dark

in all directions, my mouth falls open slightly and my wolf shifts anxiously from paw