The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0980

I bite my lip as Jackson lowers me and my feet hit the ground, my eyes trained on my dad.

Dad studies Jackson for a moment longer before moving his eyes back to me. My breath catches for a moment but then he smiles, wide and beautiful, holding out his arms. "Daughter," he says, reaching for me.

A little cry breaks from my lips as I dash away from my mate and into my dad's arms. He gathers me up warm and tight against his chest, cradling me close, warmth and pride radiating off of him.

"You're not disappointed in me, are you?" I murmur, the words muffled against his shirt. "Or mad at Jacks?"

"Baby, of course I'm not mad or disappointed," dad says, rocking me back and forth. "You make your own path, trouble, and I'll support you on it every step of the way. Are you all right? Are you happy?"

Dad pulls back a bit to study me and I look up at him, my shoulders bunched up, not really knowing how to reply. I glance back at Jackson who stands stoic, his hands in his pockets, waiting. "We're...surprised," I say softly. "But yeah - I think we're happy. It's good. It's good, right?"

"It's good," dad says, beaming down at me with a wide smile, his beautiful eyes crinkled at the corners as he strokes a hand over my hair. "Two little grandchildren, all at once? Come on, how can I not be thrilled?"

I grin at him, liking that. "Are they going to call you Pop-pop?"

Dad roars with laughter, tossing his head back. I laugh with him, loving it. There's really nothing like making my dad laugh like that - with total abandon. Such a rare feat. It fills me with warmth.

"We'll figure that out later," dad says, lifting his head and wiping away a mirthful tear. "Maybe they can just call me Dominic, so I won't feel so old."

can't be old, Pop-pop," mom says, coming over and beaming at us, holding out a glass of champagne for my dad.

Kingly Grandfather or a simple My Liege would be better to start," dad murmurs, loosing his arms around me and waving the drink away.

the couch. I grin over at her, reminded again that her clever little mind is well attuned to watch and listen to everything. But then I sigh, letting my dad go, stepping next to my mom. We both

glances at me for

geeze," I sigh, a hand moving instinctually to my stomach. "Dad's

slipping an arm around my shoulders and giving me a squeeze. "He'll just

spinning my head to

says, bursting into laughter and giving me a tug, leading me over to the couch. "It's going to

my eyes

but Roger's all jokes,"

her favorite armchair and then going

l.not

"Dad's excited

at mom as she comes back, balancing his champagne glass on his

whisper, leaning close to Marigold and pretending it's a secret. She giggles, looking up at him, clearly loving him a great deal already

glaring at Jesse. Then he spins back to mom and me. "Wait, I'm not boring,

grimace, making his eyes