The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0314

I watch Luca's face change as he realizes that he's causing a scene, and that this does indeed look like a press setup. Luca coming running out of the house to clasp my face in his hands, when he could have easily just let us come inside? Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Yeah, it really does look to everyone here - the press included, probably - like he deliberately came outside so that the press could get a shot of us on the front porch.

But no one else can feel Luca's emotions like I do right now - he's devastated, completely out of control of how he's feeling. Which, I mean, really could affect his choices, right?

"I'm sorry," Luca mutters, his eyes back on me now as he drops my face and stumbles back towards his screen door, yanking it open. "Please - yes, come inside _"

We do, and I duck my head, staying close to Rafe's side, hoping that the paparazzi didn't get anything that they could use. I mean, it's not like anything bad happened - but if pictures of me on Luca's porch this morning come out with Rafe and Jesse by my side? Who knows where social media is going to take it.

The speculations, I'm sure, are already wild.

at Luca, clearly pissed off. "What the hell was that all about?"

he's acting - not at all. He seems to me to

brother take charge. "You're not an idiot, Luca," Rafe says, his voice low, his eyes narrowed. "You're a celebrity - you know how press works. You know not to go running out on the front porch unless you want them to see it. So, what the hell was that? What the hell

arms, getting angrier at Luca as the

thinking again that this whole thing doesn't look

rings out from behind Luca, and I peer around him a bit to see his mom standing there, her face very serious, her arms crossed over her chest. "They can

all come into the living room, where there's a bit more privacy?" Linda

his mother is waiting. "Yes, of course, please come inside," he says, falling back on the manners which

I go last, glancing at the window and all the hungry press outside, wondering how

the living room I see Luca murmuring his introductions between the Crown Prince, the Duke, and his mom, but the whole time his eyes

I'm not going to insult you by pretending that I don't know why you're here, and why you're upset." She gives Luca a little glare that makes my stomach drop - because,