The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0468

I sit back in my chair, staring at her, suddenly seeing the logic of this.

My entire life, I've been the perfect princess. And I never, ever considered that what I was doing could be use as a smoke screen for a second identity underneath - one that's been secretly growing since the moment I entered the Academy and which Faiza is here to help me grow. "That's right," Faiza says, her smile growing as mine does. "You're the perfect sleeper agent, Ariel Sinclair. And I'm going to have so much fun teaching you everything you need to know."

I grin at Faiza, wrinkling my nose. "I'm so excited. Can we start now?"

Faiza laughs and then groans, tilting her head back and covering her eyes. "Oh my god, that little nose wrinkle. God, I couldn't even teach you that! This is going to be so great."

I laugh, leaning back in my chair, suddenly pleased that my years of being a bubblegum sparkle princess are apparently about to pay off big time.

"Okay," Faiza says, sitting up more properly in her chair now. "I need to know what we're working with here, though. All those boys - are they even going to let you go to war? Be put in situations where your life is in danger?"

I bite my lip, looking away, considering it.

"That bad, huh?" she asks, and I look up, shrugging.

I say, tentative, and

never seen an Alpha reaction like that. The brother I get - and the cousin,

and I are close," I say, defensive. "We were raised

says, nodding slowly. "The smaller, dark haired one

nod, knowing

your mate?" she asks, raising

but then nod, admitting it,

chance he's going to let you walk into a lion's den." She frowns though, tilting her head to the side. "But

she says, giving me a wink. "Who was about to tear the chair apart

"Don't get your hopes up," I say with a sigh, shaking my head. "He's spoken for. Very spoken for." I let

her face bursts into a grin. "No way. Both

shrug. "He's my mate

thing she's heard in a year, and I laugh, a little part of me absurdly thrilled that my new tutor apparently likes to gossip as much as the rest of my family. "Well, you're a much

mates," I say, shrugging and raising a hand passively like I can't help it. Then, quickly, I summarize things for her - about how

at me. "I didn't realize I was getting into some divine crap here. So, playboy Luca Grant and the

hard time convincing people to let me put myself