The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 12

I gulp as we approach Luca’s lower bunk because I am completely out of my element never, ever been in a boy’s bed before except, obviously, a member of my family –

—

I’ve

But Luca, to my relief, gestures me towards the head of his bed before sitting down on the other end, lounging back against the metal footboard with one leg bent at the knee, his arm wrapped casually around it. I grimace a little inwardly to see that his left boot is sole–down on his blankets. Slowly I lower myself onto the bed, perching on the edge, my eyes unblinking as I watch him.

“Make yourself comfortable, Shrimp,” he says, raising his chin and indicating that I should relax. “I’m not going to bite.”

My wolf gasps. Do you think we could get him to do that? He could give us his mark!

Mentally I smack her on the nose and she gives a little yelp, but it does nothing to defer her excitement.

Slowly I do as Luca bids, leaning back against his pillow a little and curling my bare feet beneath me. I don’t say anything though, letting him start the conversation.

He grins at me, lifting his other leg and stretching it out along the length of the mattress, effectively pinning me in on my left side. I glance down at his gigantic foot, which is just inches from me now, before raising my eyes back at him. Without intending to, I wrinkle my nose.

Luca bursts into laughter.

“Are you like, a clean freak or a germaphobe, Shrimp?” he asks, turning his foot so that he taps me with the dirty toe of his boot.

“No!” I protest, even as I flinch away from his boot – mostly because I don’t want any more tingles but, also, yes! Because it’s a dirty boot!

away.

“You totally are,” he says, grinning at me from the other end of the bed but turning his foot

“First you go

take a secret bath in the middle of the night, then the only time I can get you alone is when you’re brushing your teeth, and now you’re scared of a dirty boot?” He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly entertained.

“Did you ever consider that you’re just dirty, Luca?” I ask, leaning forward and flicking my eyes deliberately to where his shoe is pressed into his clean blankets. “Because I think that

S

wanting a hot bath and brushing my teeth just makes me normal.”

“So,” he says, leaning forward to peer at me, his smile deepening. “You know my

I sit back, fast, blushing a little to have been caught out.

name.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, laughing again as he, too, leans back. “I know yours too, Shrimp.”

“It’s not Shrimp,” I say, renewing my glare.

Clark,” he says, tilting his head at

victory show, because of course he doesn’t

wolf ridiculously prompts. Maybe he’ll say

and continues to run in excited circles. I sigh inwardly because she’s making it

so is

sitting there, with his powerful body so relaxed –

with the memory of him

I was just staring at him, thinking about what he looks like n*ked. No wonder he thinks I’m so

a bath,” I reply, my voice cold. “Like I said. Now are you going to let me go back to my

bunk?”

are the chances,” Luca says, ignoring my question, “that you and my mate would be

myself wryly, my eyelids lowering a little at the irony

out you kidnapped me,” I say, not bothering to answer, even as my body settles back against his pillow a little. Because

by my

yips

he asks, ignoring

gone.

in reply, something

she’s not,” he says, shaking his head.

lie. “I didn’t get a good look

when I pointed south, you confirmed

I breathe,

–

direction and me in

that. I remember, suddenly, the moment he’s talking about – after Jackson ran and Luca stayed crouched by the pool. I didn’t look where he pointed, I just

why are you holding out? Is she…is she in trouble or something? What bad thing would happen if you just told me why

lying –” I protest.

it’s true. It’s bizarre – like he can already read me or something. “You know something, Shrimp, and I can’t figure out why

you,” I say quietly. “Maybe she doesn’t want to be found.”

want to meet their mate?” Luca

go silent for a long moment, torn. Because on one hand

அ

other hand… I’m sitting here in

and

little closer

my head a little.

and comfortable. He turns his head a little in curiosity as he studies me and his eyes narrow, like he can’t…can’t quite see me or something. I watch, fascinated, at how his chest

–

silent impulse comes over me – I

don’t know what – and as he watches I slowly run my tongue over my lower lip before pressing my lips together, wetting them. And then I leave my mouth slightly parted so that my breath rushes out over my lips as I exhale a deep breath I didn’t know I

eyes drop subtly then, fastening on

passes through him, traveling all the way down

up straight, suddenly

because a new hand wraps around my arm now

growls, glaring down at me as I scramble for