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.

the left,” I whisper, grinning at her and nodding, knowing that’s the only other room mom would use

it shut and move to the seat at his side, which is already set for breakfast, a cup of coffee waiting for me. “A bit

giving my dad my best innocent–Princess smile, “after our long

to unwind. “Don’t be so anxious, Ariel,” he murmurs as one of the cooks

favorite breakfast since I was a little girl. I smile my thanks at

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the room. As I begin to eat, I turn

the eggs onto my toast and making a little sandwich for myself by

back in his chair with his coffee in his hand, studying

when I see him clear his throat and flick his gaze away, I realize that he feels just as awkward

could kill Roger,” dad sighs, a growl rumbling in his chest as he looks down into his coffee. “For not telling me about this sooner.”

says you would have locked me up,” I say, taking a

eyes up to me. I squawk 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

a sip,

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at me, and I smirk back, and then everything feels… quite suddenly right again. Dad and I we’ve always had a very special bond. And even if it