The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

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."

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

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out into the hall. She

doors down on the left," I whisper, grinning at her and nodding, knowing that's the only other room mom would use

move to the seat at his side, which is already set for breakfast, a cup of coffee waiting for me. "A bit late," he says, glancing at the clock as I seat myself. I glance at it too, and nod, realizing that this is more of a

all tired," I say, giving my dad my best innocent-Princess smile, "after our long

laughs a little, shaking his head, and seeing him smile allows my shoulders to unwind. "Don't be so anxious, Ariel," he murmurs as one of the cooks comes into the

front of me, my favorite breakfast since I was a little girl. I smile my thanks at the chef, who murmurs that she's glad to see

trouble," I say, scooping some of the eggs onto my toast and making a little sandwich for myself by folding the slice of toast in half, "then...why the one-on-one?" "Because," he says,

grin at dad, anxious again because - well, because dad and I don't really talk about romantic stuff. But when I see him clear his throat and flick his

rumbling in his chest as he looks down into

locked me up," I say, taking a bite of my

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 let your mates