The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Chapter 0287

Daphne and I chat amiably on the way to breakfast, her telling me all the things she wants to see in the city, me giving my own recommendations. But when we turn into the breakfast room, I go a little still to see that it's just my dad sitting at the head of the table, having a quiet cup of coffee while he scrolls through some document on his tablet.

He looks up when we come in. Daphne freezes awkwardly beside me as dad stands up, giving us both a wide smile.

"Daphne," he says, giving her a little bow that makes her blush. “As much as I'd love to have breakfast with you as well, Ella's set up a little something for you and the boys down the hall." He gestures to the hallway behind her. "I think my daughter and I need a little moment alone to have a chat."

My eyes go a little wide because...well, I mean, I don't think I've done anything to be in trouble...

But did mom tell dad I snuck out with Jackson last night!?

Does it even count as sneaking out if you don't leave your house!?

"Okay!" Daphne says, her voice a little squeaky as she scurries out into the hall. She looks back at me anxiously, though, not knowing where to go.

"Three doors down on the left," I whisper, grinning at her and nodding, knowing that's the only other room mom would use to serve breakfast. Daphne grins at me and mouths "good luck" before heading down the hall.

"The door, Ariel," dad says, his voice stern, and I take a deep breath as I press it shut and move to the seat at his side, which is already set for breakfast, a cup of coffee waiting for me. "A bit late," he says, glancing at the clock as I seat myself. I glance at it too, and nod, realizing that this is more of a brunch or a lunch than a proper breakfast.

"We were all tired," I say, giving my dad my best innocent-Princess smile, "after our long journey home."

Dad just laughs a little, shaking his head, and seeing him smile allows my shoulders to unwind. "Don't be so anxious, Ariel," he murmurs as one of the cooks comes into the room with a plate of food for me. "You're not in trouble."

The chef sets a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of me, my favorite breakfast since I was a little girl. I smile my thanks at the chef, who murmurs that she's glad to see me safe home before discreetly disappearing form the room. As I begin to eat, I turn my attention back to my dad.

"If I'm not in trouble," I say, scooping some of the eggs onto my toast and making a little sandwich for myself by folding the slice of toast in half, "then...why the one-on-one?" "Because," he says, settling back in his chair with his coffee in his hand, studying me. "I thought we should talk. About this two-mate stuff."

I grin at dad, anxious again because - well, because dad and I don't really talk about romantic stuff. But when I see him clear his throat and flick his gaze away, I realize that he feels just as awkward as I do. And my anxiety subsides, replaced by love for him.

"I could kill Roger," dad sighs, a growl rumbling in his chest as he looks down into his coffee. "For not telling me about this sooner."

"Aunt Cora says you would have locked me up," I say, taking a bite of my eggs and toast.

"Still might," he says, flicking his eyes up to me. I squawk a little, horrified at the idea, and then cough a bit as toast crumbs get stuck in my throat. Dad laughs, leaning forward to pat me on the back. "Or I'll just let your mates watch you eat," he murmurs, "that should be enough to make them run for the hills."

"They've already seen it," I mutter, mouth still full, as I reach for my glass of water and take a sip, swallowing. Then I turn my eyes back to my dad. "They were able to get over it."

"Brave men," he murmurs, smirking at me, and I smirk back, and then everything feels...quite suddenly right again. Dad and I - we've always had a very special bond. And even if it is strange to talk about boys, I know that he's got my best interests in his heart. And as we smile at each other, I know he's realizing the same thing.

"It's not that I don't want you to have these relationships, Ariel," dad sighs, leaning forward and talking to me more naturally now. "I just...it's going to be hard on you, isn't it? And I've got that dad thing where I just want things to be easy for my kids - want it to be all right."

"Well, was it hard on you?" I ask, reaching for my coffee and taking a sip. "Aunt Cora told me that you have a little...experience here with the two-mate thing."

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