The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0925

Jackson nearly trips over his own feet when he feels it.

"Are you all right?" Ella asks, pausing in her steps to turn and look up at Jackson, frowning slightly.

He just goes still, ignoring Ella, staring at the little girl because...

Was that...a question? He felt? Down...down the bond?

The little girl shrinks away from him, her mouth pulling into a thin line, and he groans a little - realizing that he's frightening her, just staring at her with the ferocity and intensity of a lion. Jackson immediately turns to the bond, very carefully passing assurance and calm down it, hoping that it's...right. That it's okay. That she can feel it and it's... normal to do that.

The little girl goes still for a second and then perks up, smiling at her father.

Smiling.

Jackson groans aloud, his heart breaking at the sight of his little girl smiling at him for the first time. He reaches out a hand and strokes it over her dark hair,

marveling at the silky softness of it.

little girl. His. Absolutely

And she smiles.

Marigold as she reaches for him, and suddenly she's up in his arms, clasped tight against his chest, and he closes his eyes, tucking his head down next to

sigh. "That's better. That's nice, isn't

opens his eyes a little to peek

clasped beneath her chin. "Daughters are

he can feel it now, down the bond, the gnawing hunger that is perhaps so ever-constant that she

of cheese down the bond and feels her respond with eager happiness. His face bursts into a

kitchen Rafe smiles at the three of them and pushes open

Rafe laughs a bit to see that Mark did his job - that the big industrial kitchen

through his hair as he stands at the stove with

at Marigold, who stares wide-eyed at

will be enough, Markie," Ella says, laughing and going to a closet, pulling out a booster seat for Marigold.

of mealtime. Jackson settles Marigold onto the chair and ensures that she's comfortable as Mark and Rafe begin

wondering quietly about onel

what

like. Ella finds some cheese and begins to slice it along with an apple, murmuring to Mark that he might want to check on his steaming pot of pasta. Mark gasps and rushes over