The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0614

"So!" Faiza says, flopping into her chair and cooly lifting the heels of her boots onto her desk as she grins wickedly at me. "I like the new addition to your harem. He's cute." She again wrinkles her nose. My hands still in the process of unwrapping my breakfast as I lift my eyes to hers, shocked. "My...harem?"

"Sure," she says, grinning deeply, "your little harem of Alpha boys deeply dedicated to serving your every want and need. I have to admit, I'm a little jealous. If you're ever looking to loan them out -"

I groan, sinking into my chair and rolling my eyes at her as I snag a chocolate-covered donut. I take a big bite as I pour a cup of coffee into a mug waiting on the desk. "Take 'em," I say, my voice dry. "Give me some peace and quiet." "Oh please," Faiza says, still grinning at me as she reaches for the carafe of coffee after I've filled my cup. "If I actually thought you'd loan out the hot one, I'd think about it. But I know you're more selfish than you're pretending to be."

"Damn right I am," I growl, making her laugh as I lean back in my chair and grin at my professor. As she continues to laugh I study Faiza, thinking - not for the first time - that I really admire her. Not only is she a badass, she just...moves through the world with such a sense of confidence. I wish I could be more like that.

"The new boy is cute, though a little scrawny for me," she says when her laughter fades, sitting back with her coffee pressed between her palms. She quirks a single brow. "But how's your brother doing? He's not scrawny at all, is he?"

"Ugh, Faiza," I sigh, letting my eyes drift shut and shaking my head slightly. "This cannot be part of my education."

girl gets curious and lonely in this big cold stone

are two hundred-some boys in this Castle. Pick one of those to tear to emotional

ones. Besides," she tilts

my blood going cold

both the warmth and the energy, before. looking up

falling into more serious lines. "And to various other points, according to their specialties. It's...it's getting very serious, Ariel." "Will we get called up too?" My hands tighten as

don't have any insight into what the higher-ups are thinking," she answers quietly. "But

you think that?" My question is a hoarse whisper, full

sighs long

anything from me but, instead, deciding how to answer. "Did you know that my dad has sent almost every Spy he has out to Atalaxia?" she asks, staring into space a