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.”

lighting that seems to have no source, the fog that floats around at the edges and by

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 after

laugh and wrinkle my nose at

step closer to me. “Is there anything to do here?

with a sigh, looking up into his gorgeous face, “so, we can’t

into his warm eyes, tightening my arms around each other so that I resist each

something,” Luca murmurs, taking another step closer and reaching out

I gasp, flinching

he says, laughing and closing the distance. “Seriously, Shrimp – you’re a figment of my imagination – why on earth are you playing hard to get!?”

glaring a little. “I’m not playing, Luca – I just genuinely think it’s a bad idea!”

my upper arms, his fingers wrapping around the back and slowly sliding down towards my elbows. “Honestly, it’s just an experiment – I have

–

with butterflies as those sparkles suddenly appear in the air – the embodiment of the…whatever it is between us that happens

he murmurs, pulling me a little closer – and,

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hard to resist. I can smell him, and the closeness of him, the warmth of him

and I’m weak with wanting him,

looking up at him with wide eyes as one of his arms slips around my back. “What if it’s

and tightening his arms around me until I’m pressed warmly to his chest, my head. bending back on my neck so that I can look

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.

away from your god damn cousins,” he murmurs, smirking down at me, his hand brushing again over my cap 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

I say, laughing a little and shaking my head, “and what the hell were

get

you

“I have no idea, Ari – I just can’t stop thinking about you –

roiling through

tortured by the impossibility of our connection too

but at

my eyes,

he protests, his hands tightening, pulling me back. “God, Ari, if I only get you in this weird dream, at

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