The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0316

Rafe immediately goes into Prince-mode, continuing to pat Gran on the back while looking up at Luca and quietly mouthing "who is this?" sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Luca sighs and gestures towards her. "Rafe, this is my Gran," he says. "She's...a big fan."

"Oh," Rafe says, his eyebrows going up, because of course we've heard a lot about Luca's Gran at the Academy. "Oh, with the cake!" he says, laughing a little. And then, I think to everyone's shock, he puts his hands on Gran's shoulders and presses her away just a tiny bit. Surprised, Gran opens her eyes and looks up into his face.

And then, in what sounds like perfect Itablio, Rafe says, "Grazie per la torta. Lo amaro."

Gran gives a loud shout of joy and then starts to cry harder, pulling Rafe close again and tucking her face away against his stomach, crying hard into his shirt.

"Oh my god," Linda says, hastily putting down the iced tea and reaching for her. "Mom, please -"

"No, it's okay," Rafe says, holding out a hand towards Linda and giving her his best Princely smile. His other hand softly strokes Gran's back in a comforting way. "It's fine. This...happens sometimes."

And Linda laughs and rolls her eyes but gives a shrug, like he asked for it. Gran continues to cry softly, starting to pull herself together, as Luca looks awkwardly between all of us, and then over to his uncle.

holding a hand out towards his coach. "This is my uncle and

who they are, and Luca hangs his head. He doesn't look at me anymore even though I stare

it's all the confirmation I

Luca's waist and take a step away from him, staring at the guilt

I say, slowly, softly. "You

miss Ariel," he says, crossing his arms as he leans back against a sideboard, at once casual and defensive. "Yes, I did it. I told the press about your relationship with my nephew. And I'd do

back, clearly unwilling to push her away when she's

loom over Bruce, who is an inch or two shorter than him. Bruce doesn't flinch away, instead simply looking at Jesse with a steady frown. "You had absolutely no right to spread

sold it," Bruce snaps back, glaring at Jesse, not backing down. "I sold it in Luca's

Jesse, and I look up at Luca with sadness in my eyes. Because I'm starting to

the one

it for? I whisper, directly

to me, his

Tell me, I command.

in my mind as Jesse and Bruce

I ask, prodding him