Ch. 876..880: The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 876-880

Chapter 0876

Maryam scowls and clenches her jaw, leaning back against the cushions of the couch and glaring down at her knees. Rafe raises his eyebrows, surprised. Because of all things, he didn't think it would be the accusation of a poorly made argument that stopped Maryam in her tracks.

God, but Hank's intellectual family is...very different than his own.

But Maryam...she's his family now, right?

...Right?

Rafe takes a moment, while Maryam is distracted in her anger, to study this girl - his mate. His mate. God, how had he never known it before?

Because it's not the first time they've met - no, Maryam and her little sister were fairly frequent visitors to the palace when they were children, always accompanying their parents when Hank and Sarah came down to the city. Rafe and the other Sinclair children had always played with them, but...well. They really always had seemed so incredibly delicate -

And it's not even that they were girls - Ariel and Juniper could always keep up in a way that Maryam and Annabell couldn't. Their human bodies simply weren't as responsive and strong as a wolf's. They had done their best to adjust the games, but...well, they were kids. It had been hard to be fair.

Once, even, Jesse had been attempting to play a prank on Maryam and she fallen hard on her knees, scraping them deeply. She had burst into tears. Rafe had helped Maryam to her feet and done his best to comfort her, but she hadn't spoken to him - to any of them - for the rest of her trip.

Rafe turns his head to the side realizing that...actually, that that's maybe the last time he talked to Maryam...ever. God, has it really been that long?

He wouldn't be surprised if her apparent hatred for Alphas had started on that very day. God damn Jesse, being too rough.

"If I could have a minute, Ella?" Hank asks, his tone becoming even more serious and drawing Rafe's attention back to the present. Rafe refocuses his gaze to the doctor as Hank begins to push himself up out of his hair. "I wanted to have a conversation with you about Jackson."

"Jacks?" Ella says, going a bit still in her chair, her teacup balanced primly on its saucer. "What...what's wrong with Jacks?"

"Nothing's wrong with Jacks," Hank says with a shrug, getting to his feet. "Is he here? There have been some... developments, in the Community. He asked me to some research for him and it's

yielded some rather strange results."

"What results?" Ella asks, fascinated, hastily putting her teacup down and getting to her feet, looking at Hank with a mix of shock and interest. "Jackson's not here he's...well, he's

rather on a solo mission, trying to

get Ariel back."

"More Alpha macho bullshit," Maryam grumbles. "One guy, alone, thinking he's the whole solution to the problem and doesn't need any help.”

"Are you...are you talking about Jackson?" Mark asks her, a big smile spreading across his face.

Maryam shifts her gaze to Mark. “If he's the one on the solo mission to defy an entire nation and get the captive princess, then yes, I am.”

“Oh man," Mark says, shaking his head at the girl. "I mean, I get all of your Alpha hate for the vast majority of guys out there. But Jacks? The world's sweetest guy, Alpha or not?" Mark Laughs. "You're going to have to adjust your algorithm for that one, Maryam. Jacks is huge and powerful but he has the feast ego of anyone I've ever met."

Maryam just rolls her eyes like she doubts it and looks away.

"Do you have any idea of when Jackson will be back?" Hank asks, grimacing a little. Rafe frowns, turning his eyes away from his brother and his mate, focusing again on Hank. Because the man looks...very anxious to tell Jackson his news. What the hell could be so pressing?

"I'm sorry," Ella says, stepping closer to Hank. "We have no idea -"

"Highness!" a page shouts, bursting through the door, a phone held high in his hand. “Highness, oh, please!"

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Rafe is instantly on his feet, a snarl ripping from his lips as he crosses the room in a few strides and places himself between the intruder and his mother, tucking her back behind him. The page quails a bit at the sight of the fierce prince, his canines extended.

"See?" Maryam says, her voice pitched somewhere between pissed off and dry. "Was that necessary? The poor guy's just letting her know that there's a phone call."

"Thank you, Meatball," Ella murmurs fondly, patting Rafe on the arm. "But I think I'm okay."

Maryam bursts into laughter and Rafe blushes a deep red, tucking his fangs away and hating that nickname more than he ever has in his life.

"Please, highness," the page says, stepping forward and holding the phone out to the Queen with a shaking hand. "You...want to take this call."

"All right," Ella says, her eyes wide and her voice anxious as she reaches for the phone. Mark gets to his feet, everyone's eyes on the queen as she says a soft hello into the receiver.

A moment later Ella smacks a hand to her mouth, her eyes filling with tears.

"Mom!" Rafe gasps, stepping closer to his mother, reaching for her. "What's wrong!?"

But for once Ella ignores her favorite, dropping the phone to her chest and whipping her head to the side towards the doors behind which Roger and Dominic consult with their advisors.

"Roger!" Ella shouts, her voice loud and desperate, ringing out in the room. "Roger, come quick!"

Rafe's face pales as his mother turns back to him, a huge smile bursting across her face as she bursts into tears. “Rafe, go get Cora – right now –“ she murmurs, lifting the receiver again to her ear. "Here, Jesse," Ella says, her voice shaking. "Here comes your father right now -"

A little moan of relief escapes Rafe's lips as the doors to the conference room burst open and Dominic and Roger stride through, looking alert but wary.

Rafe lingers only for a second before he forces himself to turn and rush from the room. Because his mother is right.

If Jesse is on the phone, safe, and back in this world?

He has to tell Cora and all of the ducklings too. Right now.

Jackson finishes putting up the tent in record time as I light a little fire for us. That, of course, takes very little effort to just a moment of holding Jackson's hand as I

concentrate on the little pile of sticks that I've gathered and it bursts into flames.

It's not much, I think, as I lean forward towards it and wrap my arms around my knees. But, then again, I don't think we'll be staying up very late. And I have other intentions regarding how I plan to keep warm.

"Here," Jackson says, settling in next to me and passing me four granola bars.

I balk a little. "You want me to eat four granola bars!?"

He frowns at me like he doesn't understand why that's such a ridiculous request.

"Jackson," I growl, dropping the food in my lap for a moment. "You had food this entire time? And you didn't eat?"

He shrugs, looking down at the little fire. "I wasn't hungry."

I snarl, giving him an ineffective shove that makes him grin.

"Fine, I was hungry, but I was saving it for you."

"Jackson," I sigh, my shoulders slumping as Hook up at him. "You risk being just...a little bit too chivalrous here. If we're about a day from the border between here and Moon Valley, surely I don't need four granola bars -"

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He laughs and nudges me. "Eat your fill, tiny. You can have the rest in the morning."

I squawk in protest, picking up the food and shoving it at him too, clearly implying that he must have some as well, but he just laughs and pushes it gently back towards me.

"Would you please just let me take care of you?" he says quietly, shaking his head.

I break a little under that incredibly kind plea. I mean, who can continue to protest

in the face of such a sweet, heartfelt request?

"Fine," I grumble, moodily

unwrapping one and taking a big

petulant bite have to stifle my moan at the taste, because it's the kind with the peanut butter and the chocolate mixed in. And mom, knowing that it's my favorite, packed it for me. Tears spring to my eyes at the thought of that - of mom worrying about me, and picking out a snack she knew I'd like, and packing it in Jackson's bag because she knew he'd find me.

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"Is it really that good?" Jackson asks, his voice baffled.

 

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I turn and look up in his face to see him staring a little aghast at the tears in my eyes, and I burst out laughing, offering it to him. "Take a bite and see."

He does as I bid, taking the world's smallest bite, and then slowly begins to chew. "I mean it's good, Ariel, but..."

I laugh again, harder this time, and scootch closer to my mate, leaning against him as I finish my meager little dinner.

I fight hard against sleep as the minutes slip past, talking lightly with my mate about how great it will be to get home. But even as I struggle, my eyes start to slip shut.

"Come on, Tiny," Jackson murmurs, "time for you to rest."

Despite my protests, Jackson gathers me into his arms as he stands, kicking some dirt on my little fire. And then he carries me over to the tent, sitting down just inside and then laying back, taking me with him so that I sprawl over his torso. I snuggle closer, deeply happy with my face pressed to his chest – my favorite sleeping spot, and one which I've missed so much since I've been away.

Jackson sighs contentedly too, drifting an idle hand up and down my back as he takes the thin blanket and pulls it over both of us.

I look up at him with a smile and then glance down over the length of my body and his, wondering how the hell that blanket is supposed to be big enough. But when I see Jackson's feet hanging out of the tent, the blanket ending somewhere around his knees, I burst into laughter again.

"Jacks!" I say, sitting up a little. "Why didn't you make mom give you a bigger tent!?"

"I would have," he murmurs, pressing a hand firm against my back, wanting me to lay down again. "If I'd known how big this one was before she packed it -"

"How did you stay warm!?" I gasp, ignoring his hand and sitting up further, appalled, my legs falling to either side of his body so that I straddle his stomach.

"I didn't," he replies, dry, grinning up at me. "But come on, Ari - lay down - I'm warm enough for one more night."

I smile down at him and bite my lip, considering my choices. Because, I mean, I am very tired.

But...

He's just so gorgeous. And he's not wearing a shirt. And I've spent a very long time worrying about the nation, and plotting how to escape, and missing the feel of his body next to mine -

And quite suddenly, I do not want to sleep. Not at all.

My hands move to the back of my silly Atalaxian dress, starting to undo the buttons there that fasten the collar high on my neck.

Jackson takes a deep breath and runs a hand up the length of my side, a little unable to resist even as he turns his eyes away. "Ariel, you need to sleep..."

"I'll sleep tomorrow," I say, playful and cheerful, tugging next at the zipper that runs all the way down the length of my back.

"Ariel," he sighs, shaking his head. "You're injured, and exhausted, and your body really needs the -"

His words cut off with a muffled groan as I shift myself backwards across his body, settling my ass over his hips instead of his stomach, pressing against the thick, hard

length of his cock, which betra

reat feelings about what he wants

his

me to do right now.

"Like I said," I murmur, my voice pitched low as I push the dress over my shoulders and down my arms, shoving it off my wrists and then reaching up to pull my stupid Atalaxian bra up over my head, tossing it to the side. “I'll sleep tomorrow."

Jackson turns his head to the side, pressing his eyes shut, stubborn in his determination to do the 'right thing' - let me sleep, and heal.

"Oh, come on, Jackson," I say quietly, grinning, enjoying myself as I lean forward, letting my hair swing forward over my shoulders. Softly¶ cover his left hand with my right, tugging it gently so that it slides up my side, guiding it until his hand cups my breast in his palm. "Touch me."

Jackson's willpower crumples like a tin can.

He moves in a flash, a wicked snarl filling the tent as he grabs me to him, turning me over and pressing my body down into our little sleeping mat as he seals his mouth to mine. I press myself hard against my mate, my hand slipping down his body to grip his thick cock in my hand. I moan as I feel it slide against my palm.

 

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Jackson's mouth is hard against mine and I yield to him immediately, wanting him to take control, to take me any way he wants. Even as I kiss him back, meeting him at every pulse of my heart with my lips and my tongue, I consider that this is very different from our first time - when Jackson was slow and patient and deliberate.

No, this time I can tell that Jackson is a little lost in his want of me - and I absolutely love it.

A shudder passes through my body as Jackson snarls, moving his mouth from mine, pressing first his lips and then his tongue and then his teeth to my neck, dragging the sharp points of his canines there. He lifts his body for just a moment to shove hard at my stupid dress, pushing it down over my hips and my ass until it comes to settle somewhere down over my knees.

But we're both too lost to care as my mate presses the length of his body to mine again, the feel of his warm skin bare against mine torturous and wonderful all at once. I groan, my head falling to the side as Jackson dips his head lower, kissing the dip of my throat and then my breast, his tongue licking hard and flat once over my nipple before he returns his face to mine, a palm flat on my cheek turning my head back so that he can kiss me again and again.

I lose sense of myself quickly, forgetting that I'm a Princess, that I have any responsibility at all. Any sense of who I am or who I was, my past and my future, just flies away. I'm only concerned here and now with the feel of Jackson pressing me down into this mat, a burning fucking flame searing me at every inch where his skin meets mine.

God, fuck but I want him. Right fucking now.

I jerk my knee up to the side, wanting to wrap my leg around his waist - his back

But I snarl when something gets in my way.

"Fucking dress," I growl, putting a hand against Jackson's shoulder and giving a little shove as I look down, glaring hard at the mess of fabric.

Jackson turns on his side, allowing me the space I need even as he turns his attention and his mouth again to my neck in a way that makes my eyes want to flutter shut. But, quite determined, I sit up and untangle my legs from all the fabric, tossing it aside.

"Where is your underwear?" Jackson asks, a hand on my hip. I turn to see him frowning down at my naked hips.

"Atalaxian women don't wear it!" I say, turning to him as my hands move fast to his own pants, my fingers working fast at his belt. "I know, right? You'd think that with such a conservative culture -"

His hand covers mine and a steady growl silences me, making me turn my eyes up to him. I grin for a second as the growl resonates through his chest, as he makes quick work of unbuckling his belt and sliding what remains of his clothes over and away from his fairly perfect ass. Because while Jackson

would never, ever tell me to stop talking if I wanted to discuss something...

The way he's looking at me now, with that intense blue gaze, that steady set to his jaw?

The way his hand slides possessively around my waist and across my naked back?

Yes, please shut up, my wolf snaps in my soul, vicious.

Smiling, I obey his request and her demand to delay this conversation for another time.

Jackson smirks at me, taking my chin in his palm and again returning his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply and again wiping all thoughts from my brain.

My knee raises again to that place it wants to be up and over Jackson's hips, but my mate surprises me by turning and pulling me with him so that I'm straddled fully over his hips, his body sitting half up so that he can still kiss me. I moan into kis mouth as I arch my lower back, pressing myself more fully against him. His hand slips down over my body, grasping a palmful of my ass and using it as leverage to pull me tighter.

I start to pant at that, wanting more - more of Jackson hard against me, more of

him not bothering to be gentle, taking what he wants.

"Please,” I beg, pulling my face away just an inch, my heart racing. "Please, Jacks."

He snarls, soft, and then lays back, using the hand still on my ass to pull me with him, his other hand moving down to grasp the base of his cock, repositioning it so that I can feel the hard press of its head right at my slick core. I moan, my eyes shutting, my hips moving me backwards ono Jackson's cock, sliding it an inch inside of me.

"God, fuck, Ariel," he groans.

My eyes open just a little to see Jackson with his head tilted back, his neck

exposed, completely undone by the feel of being inside of me - even just this little

bit.

 

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And I...like that. I like that very much.

I slide my hips back further, watching his face even as I shudder to feel him press another inch or two inside - a tight fit, especially at this angle. Jacks groans again, his eyes opening to meet mine as I sit up a little, taking control and slowly, inch by inch, lowering myself down onto the thick, hard length of Jackson's cock.

I moan as I take him deeper, the noise loud and a little obscene, my head falling back and my eyes fluttering shut as I take about eight inches. Because - god - the sensation - even as Jackson stretches my inner walls, my pussy pulses against him, wanting more. My hips move forward, aching for more even as I feel so completely full that I'm not sure I can take another inch -

Even though that I know that there is...well, that there's way more than an inch

still to go...

"More," Jackson growls, wrapping a firm hand around my hip, the other reaching up to capture my breast.

I gasp a little, working hard to concentrate on anything but the feeling of Jackson's dick filling up every inch of me as I look down at him, trying to understand what he

means.

"More, Luna," he snarls, pulling gently on that hip, urging me down. "You're going to take the whole thing."

I moan, squeaky and soft, letting my head tilt back again as I do my best to obey my Alpha - sinking another inch lower, my hips starting to pulse back and forth against him, wanting the friction, wanting to feel him again and again hit that spot deep inside of me -

"All of it," Jackson growls, an order.

Again, I obey, my knees spreading wide to the side as I sink lower onto my mate's cock, which I can feel pulsing with need inside of me. Little gasping breaths fall from my mouth as my body tenses, as release coils low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, urging me on. I slip lower, taking every inch of my mate deep inside me, hoping it feels as good to him as it does to me -

But also thinking that's kind of impossible -

Because this feels...this feels -

Oh, god, fuck - I have no words for it, they're all wiped away -

But even that final thought is wiped from my mind a moment later when Jackson, finally fully seated within me, flexes, his hips and presses even deeper, his hands firm around my hips, pulling me down onto him and pressing that thick, hard dick fast against that secret spot with one solid, steady thrust.

I pant as I break, hard and heavy, my entire body clenching as I tilt my head back, aloud and steady moan breaking from my lips as that coiling tension rips apart and starts to cascade all that well-wound energy throughout my entire being. My hips pulse hard against Jackson, as waves of sensation chase each other, arching through my core and echoing out through my limbs, hard and gripping at first and then fading to delicate tingles.

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When I finally come back to myself, my breath gasping out in little squeaks, my heart pounding, I'm a little surprised to find Jackson's arms wrapped loose around me, that he's somehow found a way to sit up while still fully inside me and is holding me through it, even through the little tiny aftershocks.

I huff a little, catching my breath, tucking my head beneath his chin and leaning hard against him as my breath barely starts to come back.

Jackson murmurs sweet things to me, stroking his hand down my back again and again as my heartrate comes back to normal. I let myself relax, settling more fully against him, my eyes falling half shut. God, I need - I need a minute, to put the remnants of my soul back together...

Like seriously, fuck...that should...that should maybe be illegal...

Jackson is too powerful. Yes, the world is very lucky that I've taken him off the dating market - he would have too much control over womankind -

"Oh no, little mate," Jackson murmurs, his hand flattening against my back.

I go a bit still and then lift my head to peer into his face. "What?"

Slowly he shakes his head, smirking at me, and slides that hand down my tingling back to grasp my very sensitive ass, giving it a light smack that makes me gasp, and then shift in surprise, and then gasp again when I realize - of course - that Jackson is still inside of me.

And that he's still rock hard.

"Again, mate," he orders, shifting his hips to press again into me, just a little bit. "I'm not nearly finished with you. Not until you do that at least once more."