The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0797 Two brothers stand in the door, one a lovely man who I suspect is lying to his Luna. The other, terribly corrupted by the god of Darkness in exchange for the immense power to protect his people. Both of their gazes move immediately to me.

I set my shoulders back, putting on my Princess Cupcake persona a little more than I did when I was alone with Pippa, and call on my years of Princess lessons as I slowly dip into a deep, formal, old- fashioned curtsy.

"Well?" I ask, my head bowed low. "Elias, Gabriel? Will I do?"

"You're beautiful, Ariel," Elias says, crossing the room with his brother as I raise myself back up. Eliasi gives me a soft smile before he dips into a low, low bow - the kind I know from my lessons is only used in Atalaxia for members of the royal house.

"Yes," Gabriel says, studying me, his hands slipped deep in his pockets. "I suppose you will do, now that you're dressed correctly, and not as a man. Or a slut."

I go a little still at that accusation, only my lessons with Faiza stopping me from either laughing boldly in his face or slapping him hard across the cheek. Or both. Probably both.

"Pippa?" Gabriel calls, turning his head to look for her. "Isn't there a crown that goes with this? And jewels?"

"Yes!" She scurries away to fetch it.

before this Prince as Pippa comes back and reverently hands him the crown. I demurely lower my chin so that he can place the object on my head. It's heavy, and when I turn to look in the mirror I see that

even as I admire it, my heart sinks. Because I miss my simple rose-gold crown, the one that marks me as a Princess of Moon Valley. The one my mom picked out. The one

necklace," Gabriel

going wide when I see the diamond choker in Pippa's hands not only because it's absolutely dripping

lifts it to my throat. "The necklace will cover your shame until I can cover it with my

works at the clasp, loosing a slow breath, my hand gripped tight on

his voice low and serious. "It's time for you to be presented to your King

as we approach the ballroom, my hand held neatly high in

glance over at Gabriel as we walk, my wolf anxiously walking back and forth in my soul, a low whine

physical level...I mean. I get it. I understand what my grandmother

of

in Gabriel's broad shoulders, his trim waist, the way