The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 902

Rafe’s stomach sinks to his feet and he ducks his head, clenching his empty whiskey glass in his hand. Because this is…this is the worst possible way he could ever imagine Maryam finding out about their bond.

“Mark!” Dominic barks, pointing solidly to his side, demanding that his son come to heel. Mark ducks his shoulders, glancing apology at Rafe as he does as he’s told, moving to stand next to his father.

Slowly, Maryam starts through the room, advancing towards Rafe. He hears every one of her footsteps and sighs, lifting his head, meeting her eyes as she stops ten feet from him, hatred radiating off of her in waves.

“What did he just say?” she snarls, pointing at Mark, her words slipping from between clenched teeth.

Rafe sighs and stands straight, meeting his mate’s gaze, knowing that she deserves more than for him to cower right now.

“He said that you’re my mate, Maryam.”

A stir goes through the room but Rafe doesn’t look at anyone but her, at this…fairly magnificent creature standing before him, powerful and delicate and vicious. Even as anxiety and regret turns in him, Rafe’s wolf howls his pleasure. Rafe’s mental hands snaps out, wrapping around his wolf’s muzzle because…this is not the time for that.

A laugh, thick with derision, slips from Maryam’s lips as she leans forward to stare at Rafe in disbelief. “Tell me this is a joke,” she demands, her voice harsh. “A stupid, very poorly conceived joke – the kind of bullshit trick you Alphas play on your human guests just to embarrass them.”

“It’s not a joke, Maryam,” Rafe responds, his voice low and serious. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”

She guffaws again, disbelief all over her face for a moment until…until something shifts, and she stands straight, suddenly realizing that…

That he’s telling the truth. That he fucking means this – that he actually believes that he is her mate.

Maryam’s mouth falls slack and she just…stares. Stares into the prince’s impossibly handsome face, her eyes flashing all over him, his form, judging him. Rafe stands true and steady, ready to be judged, letting her see that he is unwavering in his conviction that she’s his. Utterly his, forever, his mate.

And as he watches, Maryam rankles under this silent claiming.