The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

"Do you think we can darken her eyebrows?" I ask Daphne, eager. "To match her hair more?"

"Oh, good idea!" Daphne says, and then gets started. Excited, I jump off the bed as Daphne ushers Juniper over to my vanity. Very quickly Daphne loosely pins Juniper's hair up and then uses a very light bit of cosmetics to highlight Juniper's features - her lovely dark lashes, her high cheekbones - and then, to my surprise, lines Juniper's lips in a very dark red - almost black.

"Really?" I ask, surprised.

"What?" Juniper says, her eyes going wide, trying to glance over to the mirror. "What are you doing to me?"

"Trust me," Daphne murmurs, grabbing some clear lip gloss and dabbing it onto juniper's lips and then smudging the color at the edges a bit so that it bleeds onto her lips like a watercolor, leaving her mouth dark at the edges and light at the center, making them look full and gorgeous.

"Ohhhh," I say, my eyes crinkling with delight - because it's just precisely the right detail, and the dark color makes her look very mysterious. "You look coooool, Junie!"

"What!?" June protests, but when she spins towards the mirror her eyes go wide, I think because she's probably never seen herself like this before - glamorous, enigmatic, alluring. She stares at herself, shocked, and then a little smile takes her lips as she leans forward. "Wow..."

"That's amazing," Mark says, coming to stand with us and also peering at June in the mirror. He turns to stare at Daphne. "Can you do my makeup? What can you do to make me more handsome?"

Daphne bursts into laughter and gives Mark a playful shove on the shoulder. "You're already handsome enough, with all of those Sinclair genes. You don't need anything else."

"Yes, I do," he says, striking a dramatic pose with the back of his hand against his forehead. "Make me stunning!"

I laugh at my little baby brother, adoring him as always, but then Daphne gasps again. "Ariel!" she says, gesturing over to the fabric sitting on the bed. "What are you doing!? You haven't even tried that on yet!?"

"We got distracted!" I protest.

"Go!" she shouts, giving me a shove before reaching a hand out to Juniper, asking her to stand so that she can check the hem length on her dress. I move to the bed and gather the black fabric in my hands while I head to the bathroom door just as Markie starts to try to pull Daphne away.

"No, her hem is fine!" he groans. "Give me a makeover! What color should my eyebrows be!?"

I'm laughing as I step into the bathroom and pull the door shut behind me. Then, grinning, I quickly peel my clothes off and step into the dress, pulling it up over my body. I turn to look at myself in the mirror, but eyes immediately go wide with anxiety as I fasten the zipper on the side and stare at myself in the mirror.

Because as innocent and ethereal as Juniper's was?

This one is...sexy.

The zipper done, my hands fall to the sides as I stare at myself in the mirror, at the dress that's cut in so sharp a sharp V over my chest that it comes to a point just above my navel. In many ways it's cleverly done, the V so narrow that it's almost demure there's no cleavage on display, just a great deal of implication that it could be.

I twist a little, observing the way that the dress loops up over my shoulders in diaphanous straps about an inch wide and then falls gracefully down my back in a wide scoop, leaving my entire back bare as the fabric settles just barely an inch above my butt. My eyes go wider - if possible - when I see how much flesh is bared, and I blush at myself...

But then I bite my lip because...I mean, because I kind of like it.

This feels like the kind of dress that was made for a spy disguised as a princess, a femme fatale, someone who people underestimate because she's pretty and delicate but who can poison you in nine different ways.

The kind of dress for a princess with two Alpha mates, each of which is ready to tear the world apart at her command. Slowly, I smile.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Because I absolutely love it.