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.

girl. His. Absolutely

And she smiles.

for 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

a happy sigh. "That's

opens his eyes a little to peek

him, her hands clasped beneath her chin. "Daughters are amazing," she

get Marigold something to eat. Because he can feel it

bond and feels her respond with eager happiness. His face bursts

and hurries to keep up. When they reach the kitchen Rafe smiles at the three of

that Mark did his job - that the big industrial kitchen is empty of people, and that the simple wood table

good," Mark says, gesturing towards it and anxiously running a hand through his hair as he stands at the stove with an apron tied around his waist. "And I'm making macaroni and cheese. Do you think

stares wide-eyed

laughing and going to a closet, pulling out a booster seat

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

wondering quietly about onel

what

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