The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0872

"Oh, I think he should be worried," I say, soft and cheerful. A corner of Jackson's mouth turns up but he concentrates on his work, ensuring that the mark is perfectly clean before dabbing some antiseptic cream on it and wrapping it in fresh white cloth.

When he's finished, Jackson ties a little bow around the bandage and then surprises me by taking my hand in his, ducking his head, and then pressing first one quick kiss to my bandaged wrist and then another to the bare skin above it.

I blink at him as he raises his eyes to mine. "What was that for?"

He frowns a little. "I need an excuse to kiss you now?"

I tilt my head. "I just...never imagined you'd have the impulse to kiss the space on my body where another man has marked me. Even if it is under gauze."

Jacks slips his hand up to my elbow before giving me a little tug towards him, catching me and pulling me into his lap when I tilt forward. I smile, nuzzling my face against his bare chest, quite happy to be there.

or not. And I've been thinking about it a lot - I'm...incredibly jealous of both Luca and Gabriel for having some claim on you. Some part of me, selfish or biological, wants you all to myself. And I don't

my head up, peering curiously at the

your power. Beyond not wanting you to ever be ashamed of them, or think that I don't like them, I want you to know that I accept them. I'm proud of

tears as I just stare up at him, completely blown away. Because how can he be so good? This man whose early life subjected him to such neglect and deprivation - how has he grown to be

my hair, making me smile. "How can I begrudge these marks when they gave you the

I couldn't bear to

mate," he says, his voice dipping low with both possession and love. "But you are still Moon Valley's Princess. And I love and admire and respect how seriously you take that

ended the war," I say, my voice all creaky with emotion, a few tears finding their way out of

part. Just a little flash of fangs. You're the hero of this entire story, Princess. Twenty years of war and then you're on the scene for what, a month? And

head, denying it, knowing it's more complicated than that. Still, I reach my arms up, wrapping them around his neck, wanting to be held tighter closer. "I couldn't have done it without you. Not