The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0890

The Alpha nods, grabs two, and hands them to the girl before beginning to unwrap the meat and eat it at a rather incredible pace. The clerk just...watches. Fascinated.

"Oh, hey!" the Princess says into the phone after a few moments, balancing it against her shoulder as she unwraps a candy bar with both hands. A huge smile breaks out on her face. "Hey, dad! It's me!"

The clerk's eyes go wide. Is...is the King seriously on the phone right now!?

"Yeah, I'm fine! I'm perfectly fine, can't wait to get home!" the Princess says, her eyes watering with tears even as she laughs in delight. "I'm with Jacks. We're... um, actually...wait one second."

Then, still smiling, the girl takes the receiver in one hand and offers it out to the clerk, giving him again that pretty, obliging smile. "Do you mind telling my dad where we are so he can come and get us? It would be a big help."

Slowly, the clerk reaches out to take the phone and raise it to his ear. "Your...your highness?"

"Now," the voice growls on the other end of the line, making the clerk jump nearly out of his boots. "Tell me where my daughter is. Right. Now."

squeal with joy as the door to the helicopter finally, finally unlocks

Jackson growls behind me, frustrated as I stumble out of the

regaining my feet and dashing across the rooftop, hurling myself into my dad's waiting arms. I laugh, delighted, as my dad wraps me up tight, pressing my cheek to his chest, barely noticing the tears that streak down

groans in relief, like he hasn't even let himself even consider relaxing for a moment until I was

me in close and press his face to my hair. "My sweet girl, god damn it,

say, laughing and sniffing and nodding all at once. "I'm fine, dad - it's

tug away, wanting to look up into his face, but dad just snarls and holds me close for a few moments

her voice thick with tears. "Let her go - you're being selfish.

hair and then to my cheek before passing me to my mother. My mom gives a terrible little cry as we throw ourselves at

our voices. We both blubber for a bit, crying and hugging and telling each other how much we

just passively, my ears attune to my father greeting my mate the sound of

—

and then Jackson