The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

The next two hours are…an education in boy world. I sit perched up on my bunk, staring around in awe. This room has more than a hundred boys in it right now, and we’ll all be sleeping in here together through candidacy. When that’s done, if we make it, we’ll move up to the castle to more private dorms.

But seriously? Until then? I’m kind of…thrilled.

The atmosphere here – it’s totally different than anything I’ve ever experienced. There’s a great deal of shouting and laughter, and two fist fights have already broken out, along with quite a few arm-wrestling matches.

Girls? We’d all be simpering and sizing each other up. Guys? They just clasp hands and smack each other on the back, instant friends.

But then a boy walks by in his underwear – which I’m not complaining about in itself – but my eyes go wide with shock when he just blatantly, casually dips a hand into his boxers and scratches his balls –

“So, what do you think, cousin,” Jesse says, making me jump as he pops up at my side, standing on Rafe’s bunk and using the leverage to hook his arms over the edge of mine, grinning at me. “Regretting your choices yet?”

“Boys are…” I whisper, still looking around with awe, “a completely different species.”

“I think our prim little Princess likes it,” Jesse says with a laugh, observing my fascination.

I laugh too and lift a finger to my lips. “Don’t tell Rafe,” I whisper, knowing my brother – like my dad – is crazy over-protective.

“Your secret is safe with me,” Jesse whispers back, giving me a wink. “Just…try to look more boyish, all right? You’re sitting up there like a pretty little barn owl, staring around with those big eyes.”

I gasp a little, realizing that he’s probably right. I hunch my back a little, unfolding my legs so that I’m not so prim. “Is this better?” I murmur, pitching my voice lower and laughing because I feel ridiculous.

“Just scratch your ass a little more around people,” Jesse suggests with a grin, “let people see you burp.”

I glare at him. “Absolutely

and then holds out his arm to me, wrist

he

quick, Jesse wipes his

for?” I

in a whisper. “Sometimes you smell like a girl. This

like you?” I ask,

shrugs. “We’re cousins,” he replies. “No one

Jesse jumps down and goes to talk to a light-haired boy who has just come to introduce himself to Rafe. I didn’t even think about smelling

else besides watching them, studying how they move so I can move like that and start to

is why it is so incredibly disconcerting when I find my head snapping to the

amazing scent that has ever crossed my

me, which is itself shocking – she’s usually so calm that I sometimes forget she’s

prowl, go find it – you have to – it’s

suddenly a little freaked out. But then I lift my nose and almost moan aloud when I smell it again – that incredible, amazing scent – the sharp bite of

snaps within me, an almost physical twist that redirects everything in me – all of my goals, all of my dreams – just wipes

to the sky and singing the word, her feet dancing. Go! Get up!

pillows because I know it now – know it for certain in my heart and my bones – that my mate is here

frantic, something…something else crosses my

lip starting to shake as I go limp, falling back against my pillows. I have to press my eyes shut against the leather and whiskey scent of

snaps within me, shaking me to the core, so much so that my shoulders

one is still there – and

urging

directions, trying to point both north and

temples and give another soft moan.