The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
“How dare you, Jesse Sinclair,” Midnight says, standing with her feet wide apart in front of her yurt, hands on her hips, glaring hard up at her mate. “You know the rules. No! Pups!”
“Oh, come on, Mids,” Jesse says, grinning and gesturing towards Marigold, who is still perched on his arm. “She’s starving. She wants some cake!”
“Cake,” Marigold whispers, nodding slowly. Jesse grins, appreciating that Marigold is on his side despite the fact that she probably doesn’t know what that word means.