The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0944

"This has nothing to do with whether or not we're grateful for what Jackson did for this family and this nation," my father says, staring at me, cold.

"With all the resources this family has," I snarl, "with everything that we have imagined for our people - vastly different futures, equality between wolves and humans, and end to the kind of Atalaxian government that reduces women to chattel. But, somehow, we can't imagine a single way to let a young man continue his education just because he has a child!?"

"Ariel," Jackson sighs, reaching for my hand. "You're going too far -"

"No, I'm not," I snarl, whipping my hand out of his grasp. "And if you won't stand up for what you deserve, Jackson, I will!" I turn my face back to my father and my uncle, a desperate frown on my lips. "You raised me to believe in better values that you're enacting right now. And I'm ashamed of you."

I whip my head down to my mate, letting him know mind to mind that I can't be in this room any longer, asking if he wants to come with me.

But he just sighs and slumps back against the couch, not knowing what to do, not knowing where he stands. Not wanting to anger my father and my uncle, who have been so good to him. Not...not knowing what his next move should be, or can be.

"Fine," I growl, storming for the door alone.

"I, for one, agree with her," Jesse says, following behind me. "Ariel's ethics are right on this and, whether or not you see it yet, she's revolutionizing the way things are done in this world. Anyone who catches themselves on the opposing side from Ariel should...seriously reconsider their shit.” His footsteps echo behind me as I storm out into the hall.

I march away. "Though I am too relaxed to dramatically storm out, you

thoughts that replay my anger,

small and portable

to myself when my hand slams against a door, shoving it open, and cool

in my tracks,

little, and

to stand

usual.

"Is it...is it okay? To come here? When I'm

seeks comfort

before looking. down at me with a small

listener, as long as you don't mind hearing the deadpan truth of her opinions when you're finished spilling your

narrow my eyes at him. "Can I drink

it's encouraged,” he says, raising his eyebrows

calls, pushing back the flap from her yurt and frowning at us, the bright orange glow from her tent warm and inviting. I can't help but smile a little when I see that she's wearing a hoodie over what I can

and Ariel is confused," Jesse says, quite succinct,