The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0966

"You're going to love it -" I say, grinning at Marigold, who sits up, as intrigued as her dad. "It's called Mystery Hunk saves -"

"Give me that " Jackson snarls, snatching for it. But I burst out laughing, pressing it closer to Marigold instead.

"It's her present, Jacks, you can't take away her present -"

"Dad!" Marigold bursts out, desperately pleased, pointing at the image of her father on the front of the magazine.

"Oh my god, Marigold," Jackson groans, leaning far over and reaching for it. But when his fingers curl around it Marigold gasps, clutching it to her.

"My mystery hunk!" Marigold protests, her eyes going big and round with worry. "Yeah, Jacks!” I say, cackling a bit with glee, grinning at my mate. "It's her book!"

Jackson sighs and releases the magazine, letting her have it. "I'm taking that back the moment you learn how to read, Marigold."

She brushes that point aside, smiling down at the magazine. "Mystery hunk." "Yes, that's daddy!" I say, laughing, a little delighted. "What a great story!"

"You'll pay for this," Jackson sighs, turning his eyes to me.

My grin widens as I crawl closer to him, snuggling up and letting him pull me into his lap. "I'd better," I murmur, passing him a sultry little pulse down the bond. He laughs at that, low and deep, pulling me close to his chest.

kiss to my cheek just

turning my face and pressing a kiss to his

chaste than I'd like it to be, for

eyes back to the little girl as she flips through the pages of the magazine, fascinated,

glancing up at my mate. "But...

her the story of the Mystery

pretty astoundingly. But Me

the pictures and

care, laughing softly at us before her eyes slip shut and her cheek rests softly against the pillow, falling

perfect," I whisper, leaning forward to brush a soft finger across the swell of her lovely little

sighs. I turn to smile at him, loving how much he loves her already, how easily he's fallen into his new role.

you, Jackson," I whisper, sitting up,

in one sweeping move. "Come on, Tiny," he says, nudging his nose against mine. "Food first, then you tell me everything that jackass

legs a little in anticipation, my stomach fluttering with happiness as my mate carries

me

and we

murmar him to keep going, wanting privacy tonight. Following my directions, Jackson carries me to one of the dining rooms very close to the family apartments. This dining room is my favorite because it's so tiny and cozy - really only suitable for two or three people. Mom and dad use it for their date nights, or for one-on-one meals

call a request for some simple food down to the