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.

that you will endeavor to live up to the honor bestowed on you by wearing it." "I will try," I say, quite soft and gentle, going to my knees 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

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 that Jackson once told me he thought

necklace,"

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

forward and lifts it to my throat. "The necklace will cover your shame until

do my best to contain my horror as Pippa works at the clasp, loosing a slow breath, my hand gripped tight on my

low and serious. "It's

loud murmur of conversation as we approach the ballroom, my hand held neatly high

walk, my wolf anxiously walking

on a physical level...I mean. I get it. I

of self-hatred forms

his trim waist, the way he carries himself with