The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0929

"Ariel!" Jackson snaps, more panicked than angry, grabbing my arm and holding me tight like he's afraid I'm going to run like my wolf is. "Tasha is - she's dead, all right?"

I whip my head back to him, my eyes wide, a moan climbing up my throat

because -

Oh my god.

Oh my god -

That little girl, all alone in the world - her mother dead -

Tears fill my eyes. "Jackson," I beg, shaking my head at him, stepping closer, reaching up for him. He understands, bending down and picking me up in his arms, holding me close. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean hard against him, wanting as much contact as possible, wanting to feel the steady reality of him. "Please, you have to tell me everything," I beg. "Right now. Very fast. I - I need to know everything you know -"

Jackson murmurs that he will and then sinks back into his chair, taking me with him, and proceeds to tell me everything that happened tonight - everything he knows.

Over the next half hour, Jackson spills everything to me. My wolf stops running and turns to his, and they curl up together, both anxious and worried but... together, united. And I open the bond, and keep it open, wanting to hear and feel everything that he wants to share. The emotions just...spill down it, so much so that I feel like I'm drowning in them at times, like there's no space for my own feelings. But I hold steady for him, knowing that even if this was an insane shock for me...

That my sweetheart mate is taking it so, so much harder.

what some of the things Cristof said could have meant. That Tasha must have run

deep, shuddering breath, tucking my face against

little girl,

is so much

I can't help it.

just so

else got to carry and raise his pup, that someone else's daughter looks like my Jackson - has his eyes, has his steady

my little girl - the one I didn't even know I fucking wanted

but I bite my lip, hating myself a great deal that I can't just...be

Jackson says,

look up into

going on in there?" Jackson asks, his eyes searching my face like he's trying to read my mind. "Why are you...mad at

a jerk," I moan, letting myself slump

goes still and then laughs, the sound hesitant and a little hysterical, putting his hands on my arms and making me sit

I'm being so

"I don't -

check in on me right now," I say, sighing and looking into

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