The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0492

"Rafe," Daphne murmurs, clearly guilty as she reaches out and cups his cheek in her palm. "I'm sorry, I just -"

"No, Daphne," Rafe replies, laying back against the pillow and closing his eyes, moving his arms so that his hands press lightly against her back. "Don't be sorry - don't ever be sorry for something like that. If you want to slow down then we'll go slow." Daphne smiles a little, accepting the invitation his hands give to lay herself down over his broad chest, to tuck her head beneath his chin.

And as she does, Daphne feels incredibly guilty.

Because here is this perfectly wonderful prince, who she's had a crush on for literally years, who so clearly wants to be with her...

And all she can do is think about...

Well.

The less thought on what's actually on her mind, the better, for now.

At least while Rafe Sinclair is in her room, his arms tight around her, working hard to steady his breathing.

letting her own eyes drift shut. Wondering what the hell she's

working hard around the knot in her throat. "Tell me

When I come back to the room after my workout with Blaze, the

Rafe?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips and frowning as I look around

page of the notebook resting in his lap. He's sitting moodily cross-legged in his chair, his

mouth falls open in horror as my stomach turns, grumbling. "What!? Daphne doesn't need

snaps, raising his eyes to

own eyes go wide as I look at him because what

me and hastily shakes his head. I do as he asks, falling silent, but after a moment I figure it out - why Jesse might be in a mood at Rafe's absence. What, precisely, he might be imagining happening

you the best scraps," Luca says from an unusual spot on the floor, gesturing towards a plate resting by his side. I smile at my mate, moving quickly towards him as I push

a couple of crusts of bread and the tail end

slumping down next to him on the

insult my gift," he growls, pulling me tight against him and making me laugh, "which I saved from the jaws of starving dogs for

I sigh, leaning my back against him and grabbing one of the bread crusts, shoving it eagerly in my mouth. "Next time can you try to save some meat from those slavering jaws?

do my best, baby," Luca murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. I swallow my bite, tilting my head back to grin at

in a contented