The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 13

I sigh and drop my head back on my pillow as I finish my sandwich, curling up tight and pressing my eyes shut, going over every moment of my conversation with Luca in my

head.

Thinking about his handsome face, the way his eyes fell to my mouth, the ran down his spine —

The fact that I did that to him…

This is…

I sigh, feeling suddenly overwhelmed.

Because this is getting into some dangerous grounds, isn’t it?

way

the shiver

Some wonderful grounds, my wolf corrects, curling into a little crescent and tucking her nose warmly beneath the edge of her tail. Sneak back over – let’s see if we can make him go all shivery again!

No, I growl inwardly, shaking my head. Because as much as I’m completely distracted and fascinated by my new connections, I have to resist the urge to explore them right now. There’s far too much at stake –

If I let Luca or Jackson in too much, I could get caught and then I risk losing my shot at trying myself in the Academy and I’ll risk having to go home and fulfill my promise to marry Prince Edward. As much as I’m intrigued…

I have to keep my distance. Which means doing my best to avoid my mates during the two weeks of candidacy.

I can do that, right? Mates are forever – I will have time to explore my connections with them later, and right now I need to turn my mind to other things.

I can do this, I tell myself with a steady nod, my eyes still pressed shut.

No you can’t, my wolf sighs sleepily, closing her eyes.

But I just ignore her, determined, and steady my breathing, willing myself to fall asleep.

When a hand shakes my arm the next morning, I gasp awake out of a much–needed deep.

in

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dreamless sleep.

quietly, grinning down at me from his perch on the

a mess of noise, all the candidates getting

he whispers, hopping silently down from the side of the

the single finger pressed to Jesse’s lips as he glances towards the still–sleeping Rafe. I

we’re going to be talking

and I sneak quietly to the bathroom for our morning ablutions and then out the door of the barracks. As we pass my bunk I smile at my brother’s sleeping form, grateful again that he’s

but to be able to sleep through a great deal of noise.

to the barracks and slips a friendly arm around my shoulders as we walk out into the dawn light, the fresh morning air bracing

“Like, why are we able to just walk in and out of this place?”

determined to hold themselves to the rules. Because the school is

we can just come and

and shrugs. “Some cadets like to go for an early morning run. Which is what we’re doing.” He gives me a wink and a little squeeze around the shoulders before dropping his

before I scowl at him. “You said walk!”

on the track at a gentle jog.

at least had some coffee before this, and then I hurry to catch up with my

air while he, infuriatingly, barely breaks a sweat. When we get to the top

gasp, glaring at

deep breath, looking out over the gorgeous, hazy countryside with a smile. I follow his gaze as my breathing comes easier,

angry thoughts are in contrast to such a beautiful landscape. “I hate that you and Rafe got to become bastions of athletic prowess and I got to train to be a perfect wife and Queen.” I cross my arms,

me have my bitterness while still pointing out the truth. “That was all

my eyes

she said that she had seen your future at your moonlight baptism and that guy was not your mate – so why the hell would we let you go into a marriage that we knew would fail? But

you knew the whole time too? And wait – they had

his hand through

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a little bit.”

out to smack him but laughing as I do. Jesse – he’s always

dodges my hand, still smiling at me. “You trained your whole life to be a Queen, and it didn’t work out in that way, but the fact that your mate is here? Training for the Academy at the same time you are?” he shrugs and grins at me, a little baffled. “Honestly, I think it sounds a little bit like fate –

nodding with him. “It feels like…grandma has a hand

a little at our inside joke of calling an all–powerful

turn to him, a little surprised to hear him use my full name in such serious tones. I raise my eyebrows, inviting him to say

hand on my shoulder. “I get that you’re a big girl now, and that I have no right to tell you what to do, and that you’ve already got an overprotective big brother to play this role. But…” he hesitates and I step closer, wanting to hear what he has to say.

I ask, a little confused.

figured out who