The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 812

Ella just rolls her eyes at Dominic and moves away from her mate, stepping over towards her sons with a scowl on her face.

“Don’t get a divorce,” Mark mumbles, covering his eyes with his hand, miserable. “Dad will want to keep us for Midwinter and he’ll be crap at presents. And the food.”

“Oh, he’s not getting rid of me that easily,” Ella mumbles, bending over to press a kiss to Mark’s head and then moving to sit with Rafe on the couch, ruffling her favorite’s hair as she does. And in her heart Ella knows that it’s true – that she and Dominic are slightly at odds at the moment because she took control out of his hands, and he hates that. But their commitment to each other is far too deep to be truly disturbed by something like a disagreement about the placement of one soldier.

Even if Jackson was probably the most powerful soldier Dominic had.

But some instinct rings true in Ella’s heart – she knows, is absolutely sure, that it was right to send Jackson on a solo mission and that Dominic would have fought her on it. She explained all of this and begged Dominic to trust her demi-goddess intuition, but that had just pissed him off more. So, here they are, a week later, still pissy with each other for the time being.

“Any updates?” Rafe asks, sitting up to look into his mother’s face.

She nods, curling her legs up beneath her and pulling a pillow into her lap to hug to her chest. “We heard from the delegation that they’d arrived at the Atalaxian castle and made a successful plea for entrance. Roger had very cleverly put a few tiny cameras on a couple of the ambassadors so we could see what’s going on within the palace, but as soon as they got in?” She shrugs. “The feeds went dead.”

“Damn Atlaxians,” Rafe growls, shaking his head. “They must have some kind of magic up.”

Ella nods in agreement as Mark comes to sit by her side on the floor, wanting the closeness and affection. Ella gives it immediately, running a hand over his hair, petting her youngest son. “You’re getting to big for this, Markie. Soon I’ll have to stand on a stool to pet you.”

“No,” he murmurs, closing his eyes and leaning wolfishly into her hand. “I’m very tiny. Just small.”