The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0956

The next few minutes pass calmly, the girls getting lost in their games, Jesse splitting a can of orange soda between him and Midnight, pouring some into a glass for her and taking the can for himself. Then he sighs, leaning back on his hand, studying his mate.

"What?" Midnight asks, taking a sip of her drink before resting her cheek on her knee.

"You just look...better, Mids," Jesse says, his eyes moving over her. "You've put on some weight. You look healthy. It makes me happy."

She narrows her eyes. "Are you going to try to seduce me now?"

He laughs, shaking his head. "No, I didn't mean it like that."

"Good," she murmurs, turning her face away, again watching the girls like a little dragon that has unwillingly let intruders into her cave and isn't happy about it. "I'm not doing any of the romance stuff. Gross."

"No worries," Jesse says on a sigh, searching his heart. But still, even as he does, he realizes with a rather strong assurance that even if Midnight is his mate, and even if he can admit that she's a beautiful girl, he is...still not attracted to her. Not in that way.

His wolf turns in his soul, anxious and confused, not getting it. Shouldn't he be attracted to her, if she's his mate?

Maybe it doesn't work like that, his wolf says, pacing back and forth. Ariel said she had a stronger sexual connection with Jackson than Luca...

she still made out with Luca. A lot.

described as a

shifts his gaze, looking towards the space where the bond would be if Jesse accepted it, beyond which they can still see Midnight's poor little wolf, still stuck in that oil, panting, her eyes lit with that

maybe, his wolf says, hesitating, maybe things would be

aloud,

Midnight says, rolling her

to the moment, shifting his gaze to her.

says on a huffy sigh. "What is it you want

again with his

just curious if you meant what you said," Jesse says, shrugging

and lifting his can

in the fall? And coming this spring, to help watch Marigold and study as much as you

says, sitting up straight and

I think I would be a great spy, better than her. Don't you try

his ferocious little mate. "I'm not trying to stop you. I'm on board," he says, truly meaning it. "But, I mean, you know

drop ng open. "You dare to mention the whore!?" she hisses, her eyes

the little girls, not wanting them to be afraid. But they