The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 17

“Well?” Jackson says, his voice low, and I flinch again god, that’s getting annoying as I snap my head up to look at him. He gestures towards the head table. “Hand in your test.”

“Um,” I say, and then another chair scrapes in the room. Someone else is finished too, and headed this way. “You take it.” I say, making a snap decision and nodding towards it.

“You finished first,” he growls, taking a menacing step towards me.

I shock myself by holding my ground. “Just turn in your test, Jackson,” I growl, looking up into his eyes, starting to get pissed. Because if one of us doesn’t do it, whoever finished next certainly will.

Jackson comes to the same conclusion that I do at the same moment, seeing the next candidate. walking towards us. He snaps his gaze to me for a moment and then turns, expressionless, and places his test face–down on the table. I follow, doing the same, fully aware that if Jackson did as well as I did on this exam he just took first.

Which…well, it doesn’t really make much of a difference to our rankings, not really. But at least, to me, it feels like we’re more even now.

He gave up one for me, even if he didn’t mean to. And now? I’ve given one back.

As far as I’m concerned, we’re square.

face And as I walk about ten feet behind him towards the barracks, doing my very best to turn my away so that I don’t catch any spare sniffs of his scent. I very much hope that that’s the end of any interaction that me and Jackson McClintock get to have for my entire time at the academy.

Or, at least that’s what I tell myself.

My wolf, who lifts her head in the air and eagerly sniffs at his scent, her eyes half–lidded, her tongue. lolling from her mouth?

She, clearly, has other ideas.

Get ahold of yourself, I growl to her.

No way, she says, shaking her fur out as a shiver passes through her. Do you remember the way pinned our wrists above our head? Imagine what he could do in bed

“Oh

my

y god,” I murmur aloud, clenching my fists and storming past Jackson as we both walk through the door, locking down my mind and not letting any more of my wolf’s ridiculous thoughts in.

Because the last thing I need to be thinking about now is…

close to that.

he

and lay down on top of my blankets, tucking my cap low over my eyes before I close them, waiting for Jesse and Rafe to come back so that we can take our showers and end this crazy

don’t have long to wait. They’re

popping up by the side of my bed and making me gasp a little in surprise. He laughs

little faster,” I say, raising an eyebrow at him as I sit up, “if

do that,” he says, rolling his eyes, “when the exam

hopping down from my

bath stuff.

out a hand out to stop me. “Not yet. We’re not done today.”

I ask, looking between them. I mean, the day is done there is nothing

shoulders and leading me away. “We’ve got

door. I have a bad feeling that whatever this is? It’s not

snap up, confused. “Come on,” Rafe continues, nodding to

line of confusion forming

and getting out of bed, slipping his boots on and starting after us without tying them. He catches up fast, looking between us all curiously but not asking any questions. I shrug at him, letting him know that I don’t know either, and we both sigh as Rafe and Jesse lead us

the lights and striding into the room. “Let’s go.”

I ask, looking around,

the room after Rafe. “You both need

of saying that we’re going to spend an extra hour kicking your asses every night until you can make the cut.”

Chapter 17

his

probably already

a pull up bar.

dragging my feet and heading over to him, but Ben’s words stop

“Him, I

me in the bout today. So, I figured, why not give you a shot. We

see through it. The truth is that Rafe likes an underdog – he can’t help it, he’s soft–hearted like mom, even if he pretends that he’s not. It’s probably why he acts tough

running a hand through his hair. “I mean it. Thank

says, gesturing for him to come over. “I noticed, on the first day,

and nods and the two get to work as I walk over to Rafe and wrap my arms around his waist, unable to

nice,” I say softly,