The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0209

When my eyes flutter open, I stretch myself a little, feeling bright and refreshed.

“All better, baby?” I hear my mom murmur and I go still for a moment before I focus on her face leaning over me.

A smile breaks out on my lips, because it’s my mom – my mom, the best mom in the whole world, who I love so much, who I’ve been dying to see for weeks –

But then I gasp, and sight up straight, with my entire reality flashing back to me in a moment – why I haven’t seen my mom for months, the Academy, the Examination –

“Slowly now, slowly,” mom murmurs, putting her hands on my shoulders and pushing me gently back towards my pillows. “You’re fixed, baby, but you’re still dehydrated and exhausted. Go easy.”

But I resist, not wanting to lay down – only wanting my mom, to be in her arms. “Mama,” I cry, tears springing to my eyes, and she relents, wrapping her arms around me and gathering me to her. She holds me close, shushing me quietly and rocking me back and forth like she has a thousand times, telling me how much she loves me and how precious I am to her. And those words – god, they heal me more than any magic she has.

I mean, that’s an overstatement. But it certainly feels like it.

“Thanks, mom,” I say, my words hitching a little in my voice. “Thank you so much. I was so scared.”

“You were scared,” she says, pulling back a little and looking at me with wide eyes, “Ari, you just laid there – I was the one who was scared. I’m going to kill you for this!”

I can’t help it – I burst out laughing, a rough and shaky sound as I lift my hands and brush my tears from my cheeks. “What a waste of magic, mom,” I murmur, shaking my head, “if you heal me just to kill me.”

My mom just moans then, shaking her head at me and gathering me into her arms again. I cringe, hating that I made her so upset, but there’s a bright side in that too, right? Because if she’s mad at me, that means I’m okay. If I was dying, mom would go much easier on me.

“I’m sorry, mom,” I whisper. “I’ll tell you everything – I promise.”

“Damn right you will,” she murmurs back, tightening her arms. “What were you and your brother thinking taking you off to that dangerous school – you’re so little, Ariel! Why did you think you could –“

“Um,”

I start a little at the manly voice that sounds somewhere to my left, sitting up straight and looking around. And my eyes go wide when I see Rafe and Jackson just…standing there, staring at us.

How – how long have they been there?

“Yeah,” Rafe says, glancing anxiously at Jackson, “I think…I think you need to let this one see that you’re okay? Or else he might have a stroke.”

Another little sob breaks from my throat as I open my arms to my mate, calling to him in my mind, and instantly he’s across the floor – so fast I didn’t even see him move – gathering me into his arms and taking shaky breaths as he runs a hand over my hair, and takes a deep sniff of my scent. As Rafe comes to stand closer by the bed, Jackson does his best to look me over all while keeping me as close as he can, which kind of defeats the point. Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“You’re – you’re seriously okay?” he asks, his voice trembling. “How…”

“I’m fine,” I say, nodding my head eagerly to him, “mom patched me up, Jacks, it’s okay –“

He screws up his face in confusion, glancing between me and mom, not getting it. “So, you’re like… you are going into surgery soon? She stopped the bleeding? What about the infection – you need –“

“No,” I murmur, taking his face between my palms and shaking my head, making him listen to me. “Jacks, I’m healed – that’s her gift. It’s pretty incredible.” When he still stares at me, not getting it, I grin and lean back a little in his arms, pulling up my shirt so he can see my stomach, which looks exactly as it did before Wright plunged a crossbow bolt through it – smooth skin, no scar, no wound. Nothing.

“See?” I say as his eyes go wide. “Like it never happened.”

“What…” he breathes, sitting up straight, his arms loosening around me in a way I can’t stand. “How…”

“Well,” mom says dryly, “I think that’s enough bared flesh for one evening. ” She swats gently at my hand and makes me drop my shirt. I laugh, grinning at her, and then glance at my mate, feeling suddenly awkward to be in his arms like this. I mean, he’s here…did they like…meet?