The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0319

"Luca," I say, putting out my hands towards him. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He lifts his eyes a little to meet mine, but he doesn't move.

I just raise my eyebrows, a demand in them, and he sighs and presses up off the door, coming to take my hands and sit by my side. "Your room is so cute," I whisper.

He laughs, though his heart isn't in it. "Mom keeps it like a shrine to my childhood," he murmurs. "I had an apartment, obviously, in the city. But I sold it when I decided to run off to the Academy. Put the profits into the gym."

"Yeah, why didn't you tell me about the gym?" I ask, turning towards him and scooting closer, reaching out a hand to softly stroke his cheek. "It sounds amazing, what you're doing for those boys."

says, hesitating and leaning into my hand, "I don't know, Ariel, I mean who knows how long it will last. I don't want to tell you about a project that might fail in a few months when we can no longer afford to

I say,

too cheerful. His eyes widen in surprise - I don't think he thought I'd actually take it. "Except, I want my half donated anonymously to your gym. As long as the profits go to scholarships for the boys. I don't want to

huffs a laugh, but when he sees that I'm serious his face

this is something you care about, then it's something I care about too. I think it's amazing. You should have told me about it sooner - you know that the rest of us would want to help. My mom is going to love it - she loves anything that helps kids who need a little boost

I understand that it's not that way for everyone.

it. "You're making this too easy. It never should have happened. My uncle - he crossed a line - and I'm so pissed at him - he's got way too much control of my life, and I think that he hates that I have a royal connection now, that someone else

so that my side is pressed to his, sensing that he's on the edge of a rant that's going to take him deeper and deeper into a spiral of worry and sorrow and grief. I press his cheeks between my palms and force him

a long moment before he raises one hand, covering one of my own, still pressed to his cheek. "You're