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

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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.

his head at me. “I just think Shrimp suits you

victory show, because of course he doesn’t know my

My wolf ridiculously prompts. Maybe he’ll

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

so is

damn it, but he is handsome. The way he’s sitting there, with his powerful body so

I’m suddenly hit with the memory of

and I blink, gritting my teeth as I realize that I was just staring at him, thinking about what he looks like n*ked. No wonder he thinks I’m so

my voice cold. “Like I said. Now are

bunk?”

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

think to myself wryly, my eyelids lowering a

say, not bothering to answer, even as my body settles back against his pillow a little. Because as much as my mind knows I’ve got to get back to my bed?

interrogated by my gorgeous mate.

yips

look like?” he asks, ignoring my comment and speaking swiftly, all pretense

gone.

snap in reply, something in me wanting to

“No, she’s not,” he says,

know,” I lie. “I didn’t get a

then when I pointed south, you

I breathe, confused.

–

– you sent McClintock in one direction and me in another,” he says, leaning forward. “Why?”

the moment he’s talking about – after Jackson ran and Luca stayed crouched

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

–”

are lying,” he says to me, stating a simple fact that’s frustrating because 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

ran from you,” I say quietly.

mate?” Luca asks, leaning forward, staring

moment, torn. Because on one

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bond a secret. And on the other hand… I’m sitting here in his bed. And I could shout for Rafe, or just

at each other in silence, and I know that

a little

a little. I am…I

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 rises and falls as his breathing starts to deepen

–

impulse comes over me – I

then I

drop subtly then, fastening

I swear to god, a shudder passes through him, traveling all the way

straight, suddenly realizing

a new hand

doing here,” Rafe growls, glaring down at me as I scramble