The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0931

"You're far too kind to me, Ariel," Jackson whispers, his throat tight.

"No, I'm not," I sigh, slumping against him as his wolf curls up around mine, giving her a long lick on her cheek and then resting his nose again over her neck. "I'm sorry I wasn't nice and yelled. I think I freaked her out."

"You were freaked out," Jackson murmurs. "It was a natural response."

I nod, thinking he's the one being too kind, but I look towards the door with a sigh. "Come on," I say, unfolding myself from his lap.

"Where are we going?" he asks, standing up, looking down at me curiously.

"Upstairs,” I say, taking his hand, giving it a squeeze, suddenly a bit terrified. "I want to meet your kid."

He groans, letting his head tilt back on his neck. "I can't believe that's a real sentence," he murmurs. "I can't believe I have a kid."

"Same," I say, giving him a tug towards me. Jackson wraps an arm around my waist and looks quite seriously down at my face. I smile, loving him a great deal, sure in us even if...well, even if the rest of the world just completely fell apart. "Come on," I whisper. "If we don't go now mom will take her shopping. And then we'll lose her in a sea of toys and kid clothes and you may never see her again."

Jackson huffs out a laugh but follows me out of the kitchen, rubbing his hand through his hair as we go, still looking a bit dazed.

are quiet and steady as we walk upstairs towards our family suite, where I somehow just know mom and Rafe and Mark and Marigold went. Jackson holds my hand firm in his own and I squeeze his back, both of us passing devotion down the bond even if its tinged with

just completely blew up and we have no idea what's going to happen next, even

room of which is empty, and head down the

did so much of my life change in

still reeling even as I push open the door and smile to see my mom and Rafe sitting on the floor with Marigold between

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she sleeps over here. Jesse smiles at me from his place stretched over my bed - doing absolutely nothing to help, I note - while Mark peeks out of my gigantic

mom says, beaming over at us, closing the half-read picture book that she's got in her

setting Marigold's little

when she sees that it's Jackson, mostly

him at the sight of his little girl. And I can't help the tears that spring to my eyes tears that

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