The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0287

Daphne and I chat amiably on the way to breakfast, her telling me all the things she wants to see in the city, me giving my own recommendations. But when we turn into the breakfast room, I go a little still to see that it’s just my dad sitting at the head of the table, having a quiet cup of coffee while he scrolls through some document on his tablet.

He looks up when we come in. Daphne freezes awkwardly beside me as dad stands up, giving us both a wide smile.

“Daphne,” he says, giving her a little bow that makes her blush. “As much as I’d love to have breakfast with you as well, Ella’s set up a little something for you and the boys down the hall.” He gestures to the hallway behind her. “I think my daughter and I need a little moment alone to have a chat.”

My eyes go a little wide because…well, I mean, I don’t think I’ve done anything to be in

trouble…

But did mom tell dad I snuck out with Jackson last night!?

Does it even count as sneaking out if you don’t leave your house!?

“Okay!” Daphne says, her voice a little squeaky as she scurries out into the hall. She looks back at me anxiously, though, not knowing where to go.

grinning at her and nodding, knowing that’s the only other room mom would

which is already set for breakfast, a cup of coffee waiting for me. “A bit late,” he says, glancing at the clock as I

all tired,” I say, giving my dad my best innocent–Princess smile, “after

a little, shaking his head, and seeing him smile allows my shoulders to unwind. “Don’t be so anxious, Ariel,” he

sets a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me, my favorite breakfast since I was a

1/2

As I begin to

toast and making a little sandwich for myself by folding the slice of toast in

in his hand, studying me. “I thought we

throat and flick

rumbling in his chest as he looks down into his coffee. “For not telling

me up,” I say, taking a bite of

a little, horrified at the idea, and then cough a bit as toast crumbs get stuck in my throat. Dad laughs, leaning forward to pat me on the back. “Or I’ll just let your mates watch you eat,” he murmurs, “that should be enough to make them run for

still full, as I reach for my glass of water and take a

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and I we’ve always had a very special bond. And even if it is strange to talk about boys, I know that he’s got my best interests in his heart. And as we smile at each other, I know he’s realizing the