The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 873

The moment Jesse’s feet hit the familiar floor of his bedroom at Alpha Academy he snarls, spinning his head left and right, one arm wrapped firm around Midnight, holding her close. A series of gasps echo throughout the room as the ambassadors stumble a little, finding their footing –

But beyond that? No sounds echo through the air. He lifts his nose, sniffing, attempting to scent anyone strange…

His heart pounds for a moment or two more but Jesse relaxes, just a touch, when he realizes that they are indeed alone.

“All right!” Jesse barks out, drawing all eyes in the room to him as he begins to move, ushering Midnight along with him from his place next to the coffee table over to Ariel’s nook. “I need Ambassadors by the door – we’re taking you downstairs so that we can contact the capital and your loved ones! Please leave the collective yurt pieces and belongings here!”

The ambassadors all gently begin to put what they’re holding on the floor and then move towards the door.

Midnight looks up at Jesse, clearly terrified, as he pushes back the familiar curtain that hides Ariel’s bed. As he does, her and Jackson’s lingering scents hit him hard – god, how long has it been since they were all here together? Since their lives just…completely fell apart?

Will they ever be the same – and quite as good – ever again?

Jesse doesn’t let himself dwell for long on the question as nineteen ambassadors move for the door.

“Ben?” Jesse calls, making eye contact with him and Elias and Pippa, gesturing for them to come over to the nook as well. The three do, the Atalaxians – especially Pippa – looking incredibly nervous.

“How are you?” Jesse asks the young woman, his eyes sweeping worriedly over her, especially noting the protective hand she keeps on her round belly.

“Um,” she says, her voice pitched high, quite shrill as she looks up at her Alpha. “I’m fine? I think? Um…” she moves her anxious gaze back to Jesse for a moment and then dropping it. “Are we…are we your prisoners, your Grace? How can we expect to be…treated?”

“What?” Jesse asks, baffled for a second.