The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 73

The rest of the day passes lazily and well. Ben and Luca come back to the room with us, and we light a cozy fire. Ben stretches out in front of the hearth with his head buried in a pillow, and even though I insist that he go sleep in my little nook for a bit he protests that he’s fine. So I settle for spreading my pretty green blanket over him to keep him cozy.

Ben murmurs his thanks, and the rest of us get to work.

Well, the unhungover amongst us get to work, Rafe and Jesse settling into their chairs with books. Luca just lays his long body out on the couch, his open textbook resting on his chest, his eyes closed as he breathes peacefully.

“Budge over, couch hog.” I say, smacking at Luca’s foot.

“No,” he murmurs.

I laugh, hitting him harder, and he sighs as he cracks one eye at me, his dimples deepening as he pulls his legs up to make just enough room for me, groaning like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done. I laugh harder as I sit down in my spot.

“How did you ever become a championship boxer,” Jesse murmurs, one eye on Luca, “when you’re such a baby?”

“Sheer talent,” Luca mutters. “Also, meaner friends you guys are really letting me go soft.”

–

“Don’t blame us for not being your jailers and your coaches,” Rafe murmurs, his eyes still on his work, “we have to do enough of that with Ari –”

“Hey!” I protest, glaring at him. He raises his eyes to me, quirking an eyebrow, and I just scowl. Because he’s…right.

As soon as I get settled on the couch Luca stretches out his legs again, draping them over my lap this time. I protest, but he ignores me, so eventually I just prop my chemistry book up on his shins and get to work.

Because honestly, I don’t mind it – I like the nearness of him, the casual touch. Joy thrums through me and I know that it’s half mine, half his. Because even though he’s sick as a dog.

there’s clearly no place either of us would be than on this couch together, casually touching. just…living our lives together.

I can’t keep the smile off of my face the whole time I study.

When Jesse gets up a few hours later to stretch and take a break, he frowns at Luca anew. “Seriously, Luc,” he says, clasping his hands above his head and bending back and forth to stretch out his arms. “I’m not trying to pry, but are you keeping in shape? Especially with this prize fight coming up over winter break –”

“What?” I ask, shocked.

“Prize fight,” Jesse says, shifting his eyes to me. “You didn’t read about it before we left?”

before planning my wedding. Plus I stayed completely away from news and tabloids, which all spent many pages speculating on what I was

himself up a little

a little worry now. “I thought

this?” I ask, looking around at

now and nods. I shift my eyes to Ben, who doesn’t sit up but shoots met a thumbs–up to let

it?” I ask, suddenly

kind of a…champion thing,” Luca replies with a shrug, “I’m representing Moon Valley, as both the highest–ranking boxer and, now, a member of

–

“Wait, stop

a little frantic now. “Why are you representing Moon Valley? Who who are you fighting?”

for him. “He’s fighting the Atalaxian champion, Ari,” he says softly. “He’s coming over

I shout, appalled. Because this this is a way bigger deal than they were making

fine,” Luca says, shrugging. “I’m happy to do

–

staring at him, “the Atalaxian military

a confident shrug, a

faith in him and half knowing that his confidence…is not going to

all of us. “Do you all seriously doubt me?” he says,

Jesse says, frowning. “Ari doesn’t know what he’s talking about when it comes to

protest, but Rafe speaks before I can say anything. “You don’t know anything about boxing, Ari,” he says on a sigh. And I scowl, shutting my mouth because… well, because again, they’re probably right. But

look at Luca

day! You’re

You haven’t

you aren’t doing boxing workouts. Your uncle is going to be

at the floor, realizing that Rafe’s

THE

what want. I mean,

the sidelines,” Ben murmurs from the floor.

around at us. “That’s…really generous of

back down in

you

around with alcohol, though,” Rafe murmurs, his own attention back on his book now. “It’s only going to make you weak, and then you’ll embarrass the nation. And I hate losing, even on a national

I’m still frowning at him when he turns his attention back to