The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0255

A little worry curls in me at this and I open my mouth to ask more questions, but suddenly the train emits a loud whistle that makes me leap nearly out of my boots.

“Come on!” Jesse calls, sticking his head out from inside the coach. “There’s champagne in here! I am not waiting for you! If it’s all gone by the time you get in here then you only have yourselves to blame!”

I laugh, moving eagerly forward, Rafe and Luca following close behind. But just as I put my foot up on the prettily–wrought golden stair, I hear someone shyly clear their throat behind me. I gasp, recognizing the sound somehow, and spin, my eyes wide.

“Daphne!” I shout, thrilled to see her standing there, a tiny suitcase anxiously clutched in her hands, her auburn hair curling prettily over her shoulders.

“Um,” she says, biting her lip, looking at me with sad and sorry eyes, her whole body tight with unease. “Is it okay? I mean…does my invitation to the Capital for midwinter still

stand?”

me. She gasps a little at the force of me and then laughs too, wrapping one arm around me, her suitcase pressed between

in her words that she’s on the edge of tears. The train emits another sharp whistle and starts to rumble. “I didn’t want to do it, but they made me – they said I wouldn’t be allowed to keep my job

bit, turning to see him leaning from the edge of the gilt stairs, already boarded, a hand out towards us. “And I

Luca pulls Daphne upwards with ease as I start to run alongside the train, but my powerful mate handles the situation like he’s done it all his life. After Luca safely hands Daphne off to a waiting Jesse, who, beaming, helps her into the car, he reaches out

me upwards, settling me against his chest as the train pulls away from the platform and picks up speed.

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putting a hand on my cheek and running his thumb over

too late,” I say, lifting my chin and shaking back my head in a way that would send my hair cascading over my

very girlish, very Princess sort of gesture. “I am royalty, after all. This train leaves when I say

you crying on the tracks, and then you’d have had to run

about who might see us kissing out in the open like this but as the train begins to speed through the countryside, and the air whips around us, and my mate kisses me all alone – just the two of us – little platform on the caboose of the train taking us