The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 640

Jackson’s aware that I’m holding something back – I shut down the bond a little bit so he doesn’t hear my thoughts or feel my feelings as I speak – but he doesn’t say anything about it, giving me my peace and my privacy.

“That’s an interesting assignment,” he murmurs, letting his hand travel idly up and down my back. “Though…I don’t know why Faiza wants you to train so hard as a spy. I’m not…I mean, Ariel, I’m not going to let you go into situations like that without me.”

I bite my lip and nod, because I agree – I have no intention of doing anything dangerous without Jackson by my side. We’ve already made that clear to each other and to the Captain.

“She’s still my teacher, though.” I murmur. “I…still want to learn.”

Jacks nods his understanding and takes my hand in his, raising it to brush a kiss over my fingers. “I hope you’ll think about bringing me some time in the future,” he murmurs, keeping his words light, I think so I won’t feel pressured. “I want to see you in action. And keep you safe.”

“You just want to see me as a redhead,” I whisper, grinning at him.

He snarls a little bit at this and shakes his head, vehement. “You’re the perfect blonde,” he murmurs, his eyes moving to my hair. “Besides – it’s already…pinkish orange.”

I gasp a little, laughing and smacking him on the arm. “The proper term is rose-gold.”

He laughs along with me, nodding. “Yes,” he says, letting his eyes drift shut. “My perfect little rose-gold wolf. I remember.”

The curtain to our bed suddenly rips open and I squeak in surprise as Jackson turns to glare at Jesse, who stands there rubbing one eye, looking like he’s been run over by a truck.

“Jacks,” Jesse croaks. “I need the energy. I need it bad.”

“I told you,” Jackson growls, pointing a finger at him. “Not to get addicted.”

“Help,” Jesse says, flopping down at the end of the bed and reaching out to wrap a hand around my ankle. “I’ve got the contact. Give Ariel the juice. I’ll never ask again.”

“Yes he will,” I sigh, even as I flop my hand out to Jacks and he rolls his eyes, settling his hand in mind and starting to pass energy to me.

“It’s your fault,” Rafe calls, and I peek over Jackson to see my brother frowning and moving towards the bathroom. “Why the hell were you out till five anyway, Jess?”

“I was being broody,” Jesse calls. “Looking at the stars, contemplating existence.”