The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy



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"It is clear, little daughter, that you and your mates do not understand. So I will say this once to ensure that I am perfectly clear: I did not give you these mates simply because it pleased me to grace you with abundance. I did it because it was necessary to your gift – and because your gift is necessary to this world. Far, far more than you currently realize."

She stares into my eyes, willing me to understand, and fear creeps into my soul.

"Why...why me?" I whisper, shaking my head. "Why give me this gift?"

"Because you please me,” she murmurs, reaching out and cupping my chin in her hand. I can feel her fingers like frost or morning dew against my skin as she slowly tilts my face from side to side, looking at all of its angles. "And because I saw it from the moment you were conceived - that the shape of your soul - your courage, your spirit, your slight tendency for recklessness," she smirks here, "was the right match for this gift. Little fireheart.” She whispers the last few words and then releases my face, moving further away, just slightly.noveldrama

I marvel, for a moment, that this woman - a Goddess, my grandmother - could have seen so much in me.

"Do not let the petty jealousies of those boys control your destiny, daughter,” she continues, straightening and folding her arms over her chest. “I gave them to you, and you are owed their marks as part of your birthright. You must claim them."

"Why?" I whisper, shaking my head, not understanding. She raises an eyebrow at the temerity of my question, but I put my hands out to her, placating and pleading at once. "Please, I'm not questioning you, I just don't understand - why do I need their marks with such urgency? Why can't we wait?"

"Because," she says, the fire in her eyes fading a bit, "your gifts will not fully develop until you have them. And many depend on the development of those gifts - all of us. It is not a small fate to which I have tied you, Ariel." Something twists in me to hear the Goddess say my name and my eyes fill with tears. "You must rise to meet it. Demand from your mates what they owe you - and if they do not give it," she shrugs and looks aside, her mouth tightening, “then...I will have to replace them with mates who will.”

My eyes flare wide as I leap from my spot at the desk, my chair skittering out behind me as I do, clattering to the ground. "What!?"

"I am not kidding, granddaughter," she says, turning that fiery gaze upon me. "You will receive the marks or I will take my grace from these men and find you new mates deserving of you. It is your right and it is important!"

"But!" I sputter, glancing down at Jackson, horrified. "I can't just - just - demand that they do it tonight! I —"

"Why not?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

That eyebrow, that simple

command, kindles something in me, and my own fire lights in my soul to match her own. "Please," I say, a bit through my teeth, shaking my head and willing her to hear me, "I am listening to everything you say but marks should not be demanded! They should be freely given an act of love, of connection! I will..." I hesitate here, trying to figure out what to say and how to say it how to say it. I exhale slowly, trying to think of how to find a middle ground between what the Goddess wants and what my mates have demanded. "I will communicate to them that they have to give me their marks. But I need...time."

"How much time?" the Goddess asks, considering me closely.

"How much time can you give me?" I inhale sharply, hoping to hell she says more than just a week. Because how - how could I do that?

She inhales slowly, tilting her head to

the side. "Three months,

Three

granddaughter," the Goddess says, her voice cool and smooth. “A

quarter of

year - one season - and then..she takes a step closer to me, focking her eyes with mine, making me hear her, "if you do not have their marks, I will reject these for you and find you more willing mates."

"Okay," I whisper, nodding once, holding her gaze. "Three months...I can do."

"Good," the Goddess says, a smile

breaking onto her face, her voice

again perky and cheerful. She raises a hand and somehow, instinctually, I know at she's about to restart time

- to bring us back into the conversation with the rest of my

family and friends. Content belongs

"Wait!" I call, desperate.

The Goddess turns back to me with a smile, almost entertained. "Yes?"

"Um," I look down at Jackson now, my hand drifting towards him, wanting desperately to touch him. "Does he...does he have another mate? Did she...spark his gift, make it start?"

And then I look slowly back up at the Goddess, terrified at her answer.