The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0885

"Good, you should blush more often," Cora says on a laugh, bumping her shoulder against her son's. "You've lived far too much of your life without shame."

"My profligate youth!" Jesse sighs, mock nostalgic.

Ella gracefully stands, taking Midnight's finished bowl of ice cream and putting a sack of sweets in its place. Jesse laughs as the girl eagerly digs in, talking to Rafe with a mouth full of caramel as Ella quietly comes to stand with her sister and her nephew.

"So," Ella says, beaming at Jesse. "What are your plans for our little girl here?"

"Ours, is she?" Jesse says, his voice pretending to be full of doubt. "And here I was, thinking she was mine."

"Oh, she's ours,” Ella says, wrinkling her nose at her nephew. "You know I can't resist an orphan. So? Plans? Should we just let her loose in the pantry and let her eat her fill so that she can fatten up a bit?" She looks over her shoulder, letting her eyes move slowly over Midnight's spindly legs, her too-thin wrists and shoulders.

"I'm all for feeding her up," Jesse says with a nod. "But...Ella, could I beg you to please let me have free reign over the roof garden, just for a little bit? I promise not forever but...I need some safe outdoor space and that's the only place that makes sense to me. And it has plumbing which...I'm gonna need."

Ella looks at Jesse like she never imagined that sort of request but then laughs and nods eagerly. "Sure, Jesse," she says. "Whatever it is you need. Now, let me get some more of this," she says, tapping on the side of the ice cream bowl.

"Not too much, Ells," Cora calls after the Queen. "You're going to make her puke, with all that dairy!"

Ella just waves a hand over her shoulder, dismissing the concern, making Jesse laugh.

her voice low and a little more serious

her, his

her chest.

face and staring at his feet. "How

good a time as any," Cora says softly, sensing her son's agony and putting her hand on his shoulder, giving it

His body rises and falls with slow, deep breaths that are very different from the gasps and pants that rang through him just a few minutes ago. I smile, remembering it - how this time unlike last night - we really took

there to have sex?" I murmur,

laughs, soft and low, his fingers playing idly with the ends of my hair.

out," I say with

you ask

head to prop my chin

another laugh and shakes his head. "Not like, a lot.

sexpert!?" I ask, my

Jackson asks, going still and staring at

the roots of the word. When it clicks

later he bursts

don't know,

and shaking his head like he doesn't want that mental image in his head while I continue to laugh. "The