The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39 

I continue glaring at Jesse, but Rafe moves on with his interrogation of Ben. 

“What makes you think Luca hasn’t figured out that Ariel’s a girl?” Rafe says as he leans forward, eager for Ben’s answer and apparently deciding to trust him. 

“I don’t think Luca knows because he hasn’t tried to hit on her yet,” Ben replies, laughing. “Didn’t you see him this afternoon with the seamstress? Luca loves women – he’s dying for some female attention. If he knew Ari is a girl, he’d be all over her.” 

“True,” Rafe murmurs, leaning back against the couch cushion and staring into space a bit as he thinks it through. 

Jesse’s eyes sparkle as he again catches my eye. My mouth draws to a thin line as I stare at him, shaking my head at him because he is loving this just a little too 

much. 

God, I want to smack him right now. 

But that would give way too much away. 

“Well, how did you know?” Rafe asks, blinking back to reality and turning his attention back to Ben. 

“Because,” Ben says, turning to smile at me. “I have four younger sisters. You guys – you protect her the same way I’d protect my sisters if they were sleeping in a communal room with a bunch of guys for two weeks. Plus,” his smile widens now as he settles onto the carpet and leans back on his hands, clearly feeling more relaxed. “You laugh like a girl, Ari.” 

“What!?” I shriek. 

And Ben bursts into laughter at my reaction, and then Rafe and Jesse do too, and I blush, because I hear it now – it was a very girly shriek. 

And so I start to laugh too, and we all laugh harder as we hear it, because my laugh – it really does hit higher notes than theirs, lilting above over their low, resonant 

tones. 

My face reddens even further, and I press my hands to my cheeks. And then, experimentally, I try a lower laugh, seeing if I can make it more boyish 

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But the result is just ridiculous, obviously fake as I try to mimic Rafe, which sets us all off again. I can’t help it then, the peels of laughter that come from me as I grab a pillow off the couch and hurl it at Rafe’s face, because he’s laughing the hardest. But he just catches it out of the air and tucks it behind his head, sighing as he leans back. 

“Well, you’re part of the family now, Ben,” Rafe sighs when his laughter fades, shrugging and giving in to it. “Thanks for keeping our secret.” 

“I think it’s cool.” Ben says with a shrug, reaching for my packet of peach rings on the table and grabbing one from the edge. “Plus, I like girls. It’s nice to have one around.” He sends me a little wink as he pops the candy into his mouth. 

“Don’t go thinking that it’s too nice,” Rafe says, his voice a low growl again. “I said you’re family now, which means hands off the little sister.” 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Ben says, continuing to grin at me. “I don’t think I’m Princess Ari’s taste anyway.” 

My mouth falls open in a little appalled sputter, but before I can protest further a knock comes at the door. 

“It’s open!” Jesse calls, and we all turn in time to see the door swing open, revealing Luca looking…devastatingly good in his black uniform. 

“Finally found you,” he says, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk, a little pasty box balanced in his hands. “Can I come in? I brought coffee cake. My nan made it.” 

“Sure!” Jesse calls, grinning at my mate. As Luca walks in I take the opportunity to slip the velvet hair ribbon into my pocket. 

Rafe and Ben greet Luca but I don’t say anything, because…honestly, I’m still trying to catch my breath. God damn it, Luca in that high–collared black uniform, with the dark grey belt around his trim waist… 

My wolf howls inside me, rolling onto her back like she’s been knocked out cold. We’re never going to make it here, I whisper to her, laughing inwardly, but she doesn’t even bother to respond. This secret…might as well just spit it out now. 

“Nope,” Ben whispers, pitching his voice low enough that only I can hear the words as well as the humor lacing them, “I don’t think I’m the Princess’s taste at all.” 

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I screw up my face and lean over, smacking Ben hard on the arm. 

But we both laugh, because we know he’s dead right. 

Luca comes in then, tossing the pastry box onto the coffee table just as the bell to the dumbwaiter rings again. I perk up, completely fascinated by this crazy aspect of on new life, and dash over to it. Even though Rafe beats me there. I’m in time to see him open the door to a covered silver tray. 

I cock my head to the side, wondering what it could be, but then the smell hits my nostrils and I groan, reaching immediately for the covered tray which I now realize holds some delicious dinner, but Rafe just laughs and swats my hand away. “That’s too heavy for you,” he says, smiling at me cheerfully and lifting the whole silver tray out with his big hands, balancing it carefully as he maneuvers around me. “You get the drinks.” 

I scowl a little as the food moves away and my stomach growls – I didn’t realize that I was starving. But I cheerfully grab the pewter pitcher and the little metal cups that come along with it, surprised to see that there are five, not three, as I’d have expected. 

Still considering the strange number, I wander over to the couch area in time to see Rafe lift the cover from the tray. “Five!” I say, slipping over the back of the couch so that I’m sitting next to Luca, leaning forward with interest. “How did they know I mean, Luca just got here –” 

– 

“I left a note,” Ben says, looking up at me and shrugging. “Asked them to please send mine here. I didn’t think you’d mind. I guess Luca did the same – 

“Who cares,” Jesse murmurs, reaching eagerly for a plate and a set of silverware rolled in a white napkin. “Seriously, why are we still talking? Everyone shut up and 

eat.” 

I just grin and start to pour the glasses of water and hand them around. 

“Wish it was something a little better than water,” Luca murmurs when I hand him his cup. “We’re celebrating, after all.” 

I grin a little, sitting next to Luca on the couch and considering that though he might be right, I’m a little glad that we’re obliged to keep sober tonight. With a few drinks in me and him looking like that? I’d probably have to sit on my hands to keep myself from reaching out and stroking his face. 

“What are those?” I ask noticing some folded up pieces of paper in the corner of the tray as Rafe hands me my plate. I balance the dish on my knees as I dig in to my meal steak, roasted potatoes, green beans lathered with butter, fresh brown rolls. A shiver goes through me when I realize how amazing everything tastes. 

God, food really is better up here than it is in the barracks. I had no idea we’d be living in relative luxury candidacy really lowered my expectations. 

But after the bath I took this afternoon and the evening meal tonight? I think I’m going to like life in the Academy. 

“I don’t know,” Ben murmurs, and he leans forward to grab them off the tray, as he’s closest. He takes a bite of his meat as he sorts through them, unfolding the one with his name on it. “Oh, schedules!” he says. “Class schedules, for tomorrow and the rest of term!” 

There’s a great clattering of forks, plates, and words as we all eagerly reach forward, desperate to find out because beyond our class schedule, this also going to include information on our educational track.