The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0225

As mom sits down on the bed with a bounce as I quickly read through my notes – one from Daphne, apologizing profusely for her betrayal, and the other from Luca – just a quick scrawl saying he’s glad I’m alive and he’ll see me soon. Smiling, grateful for both of them, I move towards my clothes.

“So!” Mom says, grinning devilishly at me. “Are you sleeping with both of your mates, or just Luca?”

I freeze, turning to her, shocked.

Mom bursts out laughing and I scowl, picking up the hat on the top of my clothing pile and throwing it at her. “Mom! Stop doing that just to shock me!”

“Oh, come on,” she sighs, laying back against my pillows. “What’s the point of having a daughter if you can’t embarrass her about her love life. So?” She raises her eyebrows at me, clearly wanting an answer.

And, well, because I have been wanting to talk to her about this, I sigh and nod. But I have trouble looking at her as we broach this awkward topic, so I concentrate, mostly, on getting dressed as we talk. Mom, perhaps sensing the delicate nature of this conversation, doesn’t give me any flack about it.

“I’m not sleeping with either of them,” I say quietly. “Though, with Luca, things are… progressing.”

word with interest. “But not with Jackson?” “Well, considering that he’s known for like, thirty–six hours…” I say on a sigh, pulling on my pants.

she were worried, or scolding, I’d definitely be too embarrassed to go on. “I mean like… I am very attracted to him, mom. And it’s not that I’m not into Luca much am. It’s just…different.” I look up at her before I turn my back, tugging off the pajama – I very shirt and reaching for the black sports bra that Daphne made me. I smirk, wondering how she arranged to

honestly. It sounds like things are different between you and your mates because they’re very different people. I

spicy.

bra down over my chest. “Oh, come on, mom, I sincerely doubt that the

cocking her head. “But I think Cora was right – your dad is actually the one to be talking

“Mom, I can’t talk to him about which of his fated

she says, primly squaring her shoulders. “We already know the answer to

laughing and she

dad is more empathetic about this stuff than you

down at my feet as I

worry,” mom says with a sigh. “I’ll tell him before

she, too, can read my

you bring those boys home for winter break, both of them. And your dad will be prepared to meet them. But you owe him that