The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0383

"Ella!" my dad calls again, pounding on the door. "What's going on!?"

"It's nothing, Dominic!" mom snaps back, turning to glare at the door that she's got her back pressed against, like dad can see her expression through it. "We just need a minute! For girl stuff!"

There's a long pause outside of the door and then dad groans. "Fine!" he calls, sounding exhausted, his voice fading as he clearly walks away. "I'll go get the boys up - you handle this girl stuff. Get them up and dressed!"

*Dressed?" I ask, peering at the door like it has answers. "For what?"

*Ariel!" Mom gasps again, darting for me now that dad's gone and grabbing for the neckline of my pajamas." Where is it - where did he."

But I just sigh, putting my hands on my hips and tilting my head back so that mom can see the evidence for herself. "He didn't mark me, mom - god I'm going to get sick of saying that today."

"He didn't!?" she gasps, still looking like I'm hiding it from her or something. "Then what did he..."

But then she goes still, and takes a single step back, and bursts out laughing.

"What?" I sigh, shaking my head at her, kind of embarrassed and trying hard to hide it.

she crosses her arms, becoming

I protest, dropping my hands, my cheeks

after

shout, throwing my hands up in the air and turning away from her. As I turn I see Daphne sitting up in the bed, grinning, her arms looped casually around her knees. "Too much information, mom! I

before I knew I

little glare.

hug. "Ah, the good ole days. Anyway," she sighs, shaking her head at me and glancing back towards the door. "Your dad's going to flip about this, either

he going to be mad at me?" I ask,

back to us, her face falling into more serious lines. "Actually, you two need to get up and get dressed. We have a

too?" Daphne

my dear," mom says, turning to her seriously, making sure that she understands how welcome she is. "And our honored guest.

starting

forward to give me a little kiss before darting towards the door. "I want to make sure Meatball is up - you'll

wear?" I ask, a little confused. "Am I...am I a Princess

mom replies, tilting her head in apology. "But,

I nod, understanding, agreeing.