The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0341

Because there's no denying it - no denying who he's pointing to, or what he's smiling about.

And there's absolutely no way to pretend that I'm not laughing, and leaning across this barrier, and grinning at him with joy in every inch of me because I don't feel precisely the same.

The crowd screams their approval of their champion and their Princess, and I let it all run through me, and I pass it to him, and let it bolster him.

My Luca, my mate. Our champion.

Luca laughs a little and stares up at me, almost as if he's unable to take his eyes away, and then he brings his glove to his lips, kisses it once, and holds it back out to me briefly before he turns back to his corner, striding over to speak to his uncle and get his head in the game.

friends I see that they're all looking at me, beaming, and I can't help it. I blush, and laugh,

denying it anymore - the whole nation now knows that Luca Grant is my mate.

my happiness, my parents beam at me before they turn back to the ring. And Rafe slips an arm around my shoulders, giving

a little and smiling so hard his eyes crinkle at the

damn thing," I sigh, crossing my arms and shaking my head as I look down at my Alpha mate, watching him pull his robe off and hand it to his uncle before he slips his mouth guard between his teeth. Then Luca crouches down, nodding seriously to his uncle as he receives his final pep talk, and I can't help but admire his cut muscles, his lovely tanned skin. "This is Luca's night. How can it not be?

match, just like everyone else in

her I don't miss Rafe's tiny jealous scowl. "Damn, did I miss it?" Ben asks, arriving at Daphne's side, and my smile deepens when I see that his skin is

Benny," I assure him, giving him a happy smile that lets him know that I'm glad he's back. Ben gives me a wink and a little nod, letting me know that he's fine. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

and quickly move them back to the ring as a huge pulse of bass sound moves through the stadium. My stomach drops as my eyes turn, as everyone else's does, towards where the lights are now lighting the tunnel

tunnel towards the dressing room of the

breath as shadows start to appear at the door to the dressing room. I instinctually take