The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 424

Ella and Sinclair wake up the next morning before their children do, curled in each other’s arms as they always are.

“Stop,” Sinclair commands, tightening his arms when Ella starts to move, to roll away towards the edge of the bed. “Don’t. Stay.”

“We have to get them up, Dominic!” Ella protests, laughing, but her body betrays her, going soft and pliable again in her mate’s arms. “They have to go to school. And then off to war. And we have meetings.”

“They’re adults, they can get themselves ready to go off to war,” Sinclair murmurs, his eyes determinedly shut as he pulls Ella closer and rests his head against her chest, sighing deeply at the comfort he feels when she’s in his arms, when he can smell her scent.

“You hold your tongue,” Ella sighs, running her fingers through his thick dark hair, only starting to grey at the temples in a way she quite likes. “I get to baby them until they’re ninety. That was the deal.”

Sinclair grumbles something noncommittal and presses a kiss to her chest, just above the V of her nightgown, and then sighs and lifts his head, opening one eye to peer at her. “We have a meeting?” he asks, groggy after so much Midwinter whiskey.

“Yes!” Ella says, beaming at him. “With Hank! You know this! You remember!”

“False,” Sinclair sighs, returning his head to her chest. “I remember nothing. Who is Hank.”

Ella swats him on the head, laughing, because she knows he’s lying and being lazy.

“Why did you even make that meeting?” Sinclair mutters. “Poor Hank. He deserves a holiday too.”

“Because,” Ella sighs, looking off towards the door as if she can see through it. “I have questions about the North, and he’s the only one I trust to ask questions about it right now.”

“You mean you have questions about Jackson,” Sinclair says, sighing and starting to sit up, taking Ella with him.

“Yes,” Ella confesses, nodding and looking her mate deep in his green eyes. “There are things we need to know, Dominic. That boy’s background…” she bites her lip and shakes her head, worried. “And I want my questions answered while Jackson’s still under our roof, so I can talk to him about it. If I need to.”