The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 41

When I next open my eyes, I’m half unsurprised to see that it’s the golden–leafed birch forest.

I groan a little, covering my face with my hands even as excitement runs through me. Because – I mean – I’m only here because I want to be, right? The dream state only appears if you call for it, call for your mate to meet you here.

Right! My wolf shouts. He’s coming too!

“Oh no oh no,” I murmur, dragging my hands down my face and looking around for him. I mean, it’s all getting very real now-

Luca is clearly figuring out that something is up with these dreams

And the way he put his hand on my calf tonight? And subtly mentioned dreams, watching me as he did?

God damn it, but we are getting into some tricky territory.

“Hello?” his voice rings through the forest. “Shrimp, are you here?”

My wolf gives several happy yips of excitement as I put my hands on my hips, looking down at my nightgown, my hair falling over my shoulders.

You can end it if you want toooo, my wolf says, her voice sing–song. But you don’t

want too00.

“God damn it,” I growl to myself, but when I lift my head I’m laughing a little too.

Because I really, really do not want to end this dream.

And so instead I will my clothes to change, my nightgown shifting into the black pants and top of an Academy cadet, my hair tucking itself away under the standard black cap – which is optional for cadets, but which I will never be without.

And then I step out from behind my tree and into the clearing. “Over here, Grant,” I shout, my voice a little tired.

I see him immediately as he spins around, his eyes catching on me at once in the clearing. He smirks as he starts to walk over to me. “What is this place,” he says, and I can tell he’s a little bit thrilled to be here too, which makes me smile. My

I mean, at least he’s happy to see me. “I never, ever have a dream about the same person in the same location.”

my arms and cocking my head to the side, watching him look all around at the beautiful trees, the strange ambient lighting that seems to have no source, the fog that floats around at the

like, on Mars or in the Roman Empire –” he stops suddenly and turns his face back to mine. “Nicely done, Shrimp. Maybe you’ll make a good little spy

wrinkle my nose at him, unable to

he murmurs, taking a step closer to me. “Is there anything

no here,” I say with a sigh, looking up into his gorgeous

anything to do.” I letting myself stare into his warm eyes, tightening my arms around each other so that I resist each and every urge to

murmurs, taking another step closer and reaching out a

gasp, flinching away.

figment of my imagination – why on earth

at him, glaring a little. “I’m not playing, Luca –

a bad idea!?” he laughs at me again and reaches out both hands. this time, placing them on my upper arms, his fingers wrapping around the back and slowly sliding down towards my elbows. “Honestly, it’s just an experiment – I have got to figure out what this bizarre

–

suddenly with butterflies as those sparkles suddenly appear in the air – the embodiment

not be?” he murmurs, pulling me a little closer

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– god, it’s just too hard to resist. I can smell him, and the closeness

much, and I’m weak with wanting him, being the only one putting up any barriers

with wide eyes as one of his arms slips around my

and tightening his arms around me until I’m pressed warmly to his chest, my head. bending back

hands unclench, one pressing flat against the soft cotton of his hoodie, the other finding its way to a spot on his waist, my fingers curling into the fabric there. And I can’t help it, I give in. “What were you thinking about

like it did this afternoon after I’d entered the doors to the academy, though this time his palm drifts down the back of my neck, making me shiver. “How to like, get you to come see my room you alone

say, laughing a little and shaking my head, “and what the hell were going to do

get

you

at the ridiculousness of it himself. “I have no idea, Ari – I just can’t stop thinking about

roiling through me

mean, I’m tortured by the impossibility of our connection

but at

head and dropping my eyes,

pulling me back. “God, Ari, if I only get you in

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