The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0388

If Luca could melt into a mortified puddle of humiliation, he'd do it, right then and there. He presses his eyes shut and hangs his head.

"Answer me!" Sinclair barks.

Luca's shoulders start to tremble. "No, sir."

"No, sir' is right," the King growls, stepping forward and snatching Luca's face, pressing his

cheeks tight between his fingers, making the boy look up at him. "Now listen to me, you fucking spoiled child."

The way the King, his mate's father, calls him a spoiled child makes Luca want to just... shrivel up and die.

"I don't want a single one of your excuses, and I know that you have them. That you were drunk? Learn how to control your liquor," Sinclair gives Luca a shake as he bites out the words, a pulse that vibrates through Luca's entire body. "You were angry? Control your fucking emotions. That she betrayed you? She has another mate, Luca, and one who comports himself far better than you did this morning - so fucking leam from him."

now, unable

Luca away from him, hard, like he can't stand to touch him any

all well aware that you only won that fight last night, Luca, because my daughter saved your ass - came running down to your rescue and pulled you out of that stupor. And don't even think that

head whips up at this. "Sir,

you also know my soft-hearted daughter by now, know she'd never take it, or that if she did she'd put it right back into your gym. My

his head - because Sinclair is right. The offer - he'd have

understanding. "But within twenty-four hours you will transfer all of the money from the magazine article into an account that I will provide an account in her narne. And then she, alone, will decide how she wants to allocate it. You're not her accountant, Luca even if you pretended to give her the funds, and she said she wanted them to go to the

then nods once, agreeing. "Yes, sir," he

discuss the matter of your uncle, and his

and grabbing Luca by the collar, hauling him close so that Luca can feel the Alpha's breath on his face. "But in the time we have left, I have one more thing

in fear and mortification, his knees almost giving out beneath him. But Sinclair ignores this, holding the nation's champion

my favorite child - Princess Ariel Sinclair, goddess-born, a fucking

his ear. "Then I'll fucking rip your heart out, Luca Grant.

shove, Sinclair casts Luca