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."

My eyes go a little wide because...well, I mean, I don't think I've done anything to be in trouble... Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

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!?

a little squeaky as she scurries out into the hall. She looks back at me anxiously, though, not knowing where

only other room mom would use to serve breakfast. Daphne grins at me and mouths "good luck" before

waiting for me. "A bit late," he says, glancing at the clock as I seat myself. I glance at it too, and nod,

my dad my

be so anxious, Ariel," he murmurs as one of the cooks comes into the room with a plate

a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in 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 me safe home before discreetly disappearing form the room. As I begin to eat,

I'm not in 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, settling back in his chair with his coffee

and I don't really talk about romantic stuff. But when I see him clear his throat and flick his gaze away,

Roger," dad sighs, a growl rumbling in his chest as he looks down into his

up," I say, taking a bite of my

at the idea, and then cough a bit as toast crumbs get stuck in my throat. Dad