The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 573

Jackson and I stare at mom in shock and she sighs.

“I guess it’s time,” she murmurs, petting my face softly, “to fill you in on a little thing that happened the day you were born.” And then my mother tells me a story that makes my jaw fall open in shock – of how the God of Darkness apparently pulled her aside into another realm and gave to me…this thing that I’ve been holding, apparently, since the day I was born.

“But he assures me it was a gift,” mom says, a little desperate.

“And you…believe him?” I ask, horrified.

“Baby,” mom says, stroking her hands again over my hair. “It’s…you kind of had to be there – he insisted it was a blessing and not a curse. Plus, it passed through me to get to you – you weren’t born yet, and I felt it. It’s not that Gods can’t lie, my love, it’s just that…why would they bother? Whatever he gave you…” she bites her lip and gives a helpless shrug. “I’m sorry, darling. I know that it’s new and it’s frightening but…” she sighs and places her hands again on my cheeks, letting her healing magic sweep through me. “I’ve been scanning you for this ever since you were a little girl, and sweetheart…there is no true darkness in you. My love,” she looks at me quite seriously. “Whatever this is…I don’t think that it’s bad. I think that it’s yours.”

I look down at myself, trying to see through myself to this new…gift, whatever it is. This thing I absolutely do not understand. “But if he gave me a gift, why was he such a jerk all semester?” I murmur, shaking my head.

Mom laughs and I look up to see her shaking her own. “We can’t understand these Gods’ emotions, sugar. Plus…I get the impression that he is deeply bitter that your grandmother left him. It’s complicated.”

“Oh, gross,” I say, my shoulders falling as I realize something. “Oh, gross, mom – grandma’s ex husband kissed me to wake this thing up –“

Mom bursts out laughing, rocking back with it.

“Gross,” I continue, sticking out my tongue and looking over at Jacks, “my sort-of Grandpa…and it was not like, a chaste little kiss…”

Jackson’s eyes narrow, a growl rumbling in his chest at the idea.