The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 1010

"I'm saying," Midnight says, freely crying now, cupping Jesse's face in her tiny hands. "That I – I don't want to have your pups, Jesse. Ever. Ever. I don't want them." She shakes her head, vehement. "I think I'd be a bad mom. I'd leave them at the grocery store and forget they were there. I - I just don't want it."

He swallows hard, listening as she spills out her truth.

"And I don't want to kiss you," she continues, her little chin shaking as she stares up at him with her wide dark eyes. "And it's not that you're not handsome -"

He smirks a little at this, making her laugh. She smacks his cheek lightly with her palm. "You stop that, I'm being serious here -"

He does his best not to smile and nods, letting her know he's listening, intently. To all of it.

"Jesse," she says, sighing hard, her shoulders slumping. "I don't want to be your mate. I don't want to do the romantic stuff. I love you so, so much but...all of that?" she says, tossing out a hand to encompass the whole world. "I want that more. I want to be free. I don't want to be tied."

"I would never try to tie you, Mids," Jesse says, lifting a hand to stroke over her hair. "Being a mate - it's not like that -"

as she hangs her head, shaking it. "I wish I'd had a choice. I wish I'd had more freedom. I wish I'd had...more. And now I've got it - I've

with his heart. She lifts her head and cries harder when she sees him crying too. "You might...you might change your mind. You might not always

my life by 'maybes' and 'somedays' anymore. I want...just me, in charge of me, making whatever weird choices I want, without worrying about who they affect and who wants me to

slings her arms around his neck and presses

to lose you, Mids," Jesse whispers, his

me," she whispers. "I'll still be family. Right? Would that be okay? I can be family just...not

arms, terrified at the thought that she wouldn't be. "Midnight Sinclair. I think...it

even pressed to his chest. "Yeah, I think

Bet

little, taking a deep breath, looking his strange, wonderful little mate in the eyes, smoothing a hand over her hair. you've thought about it, Midnight. And it's what

through her tears. Just the

"Then...I reject you, Jesse Sinclair. I love you, but I reject