The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 882

My wolf howls with happiness and pride even as pain arcs through me – but I don’t experience it as pain – I don’t know how to explain the delicious, sharp rush of sensation as my skin breaks, as Jackson claims me, as his magic floods my body and makes me feel rich and vivid and real.

His teeth press once, deeper, and I feel Jackson’s body tense and shudder as he breaks for me in turn. I mew a little, my hips pressing up against him, wanting him deeper as I feel the warm rush of him coming inside of me, the thick hot press of it as his body goes still, every single one of his muscles tense. Something feral and possessive comes over me then and I, too, snarl, my canines extending as I lean forward and sink them deep into the skin and muscle of Jackson’s chest, just over his heart, marking him in turn.

Because he is mine – absolutely mine. And even if I carry two other marks that are not his, Jackson will be the only man to ever carry mine.

I pant as Jackson pulls back, his tongue moving once steadily – lovingly – over his mark on my neck before he wraps his arms around me as he falls to his side, taking me with him.

I cuddle close, still panting, my body exhausted and my heart full as I press my body tight against my mate.

It takes me a minute to come back to myself, to catch my breath fully, to smile when I realize that my wolf and Jackson’s are likewise curled together in my soul, happy and content and dedicated. That she, too, has a new mark on her neck to match my own.

When I lift my head to peer into my mate’s face, I find his eyes already on me, sweet and happy and concerned.

“Are you all right?” he murmurs, stroking a hand down over my cheek.

I laugh a little, completely blissful. “Jackson,” I murmur, swatting at his arm. “You know I’m fine.”

He whines a little, deep in his throat, his eyes moving to my neck. “It’s gotta hurt.”

“You have one too,” I murmur, my hand moving up to lovingly cover the mark I gave him.

“Yeah, but I’m tough,” he murmurs, cuddling me close.

I laugh, snarling playfully and pretending to be mad. “I’m tough! Don’t try to pretend you don’t know that I’m tough.”

“No, you’re precious,” he murmurs, wrapping me up in his arms and cradling me to his chest. “And delicate and tender. You just think you’re super tough, which makes you very dangerous to love. Brave little delicate gorgeous girl.”

“Then we’ll kick those other two out,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair.

“Okay,” I say, cheerful, sufficiently mollified. Jackson hums his agreement and I press my cheek to his chest, perfectly happy and – quite frankly – incredibly tired.

“I love you, Ariel,” Jackson whispers a few minutes later, just as both of us are drifting off to a very peaceful sleep. “I’m very in love with you. And I’m going to be for a long time. Probably forever.”

I murmur something that barely pretends to be words as I drift off to sleep myself, passing every single ounce of my love down the bond to my sweet forever mate.

Just so he knows that I feel precisely, every inch, the same.