The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 42

Chapter 42

“What, is your subconscious homophobic?” I ask, continuing to be frustrated and a little annoyed at him for not believing me even though I’m telling him the truth and spilling a serious secret for his own good.

Because honestly! I could make out with him here! And I would be the only one who knew that it was real!

I’m doing this for him, to be fair, and yet he persists in not believing me! It’s very rude.

“It might be,” Luca says with a shrug, still looking down at me. “I wouldn’t think that it was, but here you are, still not kissing me, even though I keep trying. Honestly, Ari, being shut down by the figment of my own imagination is very annoying –”

“I’m real!” I insist again, this time through my teeth.

“Prove it,” he says, shrugging.

“Ask me anything!”

“That won’t work,” he says, turning his head to the side. “Anything you say is something I already know or think I know. No way to verify that it’s true.

“Fine,” I say, crossing my arms and lifting my chin. “Ask me something tomorrow, in real life – something impossible, that you’d never predict. I’ll give you the same answer here as I do then.”

Luca turns his head a little, considering. “That could work,” he murmurs, but then he turns back to me with a sly smile. “But in the meantime, you and I could, you know, fool around a little…”

In the distance, my wolf howls with delight.

“Whoa,” Luca says, turning to look for her. “What was that?”

“It was my wolf,” I sigh.

“Really?” he asks, and then the turns back to me, smirking. “Your wolf does…not sound adverse to the idea.” He leans more fully against the tree now, bringing his body closer to mine and kind of pinning me back against the trunk in a way that…

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Chapter 42

That I do not mind at all.

“Luca,” I sigh, and honestly I have to close my eyes as I turn my face away from him, because if I spend even a moment longer looking up at the shadows his long lashes cast against his cheeks…I am definitely going to do something I regret.

“What?” he asks softly, cupping my cheek in his palm and turning my face back to his, his hand and his voice both impossibly gentle. “What do you want, Ari?”

And his question…I know instinctually that there are layers to it. That he’s asking me what I want, but also what I like –

to

want him to

him to pull me tight against him as he presses his mouth

way that feels….god,

fly open, already glaring. “Not that kind of question,” I growl, and

even as he strokes his thumb along the skin of my cheek. “Real–Ari had

ice cream,” I answer

time. It is not fair to be in this dream state with him

both very clearly want to?

we’re both going to know that it’s real.

teasing – because, I mean, it is a very girly desert. “Of course

for one last second. I hesitate, but then I lift my hands,

as I do, just for a moment, I let myself imagine what his bare skin

hard shudder passes

damn it, Ari,” he growls, leaning

head, and press my eyes shut, and will the dream

groan, turning and burying my face

for having a sense of ethics and the willpower to stop Luca

it I wanted

hell knows when I’ll have the chance – because Luca, he just wanted to kiss the figment of his imagination that looks like me so he can figure out

screaming from the

in my pillows and wrapping myself up in my soft white duvet, considering

just unfairly confusing him because I’m his mate underneath this boy façade.

about all of the complications of this, because Ben revealed today how tenuous my secret already is. And as much as I’m fine with Ben knowing… Luca? My mate? It’s a different story – an unpredictable level of exposure that I’m just

school, because failing to

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I’ve just, just gotten hold of the thing I never knew I

ready to give that up with

the chance to make out

sigh, turning over again in my blankets, and I close my eyes and force myself to try and go back to sleep – a state which feels very,

wake up early, some kind of Alpha alarm clock that I was not born with

pillow into the open curtain of my nook. I jump and shrick when it hits me

hour of sleep,” I growl, pulling the blankets over

says, laughing

duvet

the dumbwaiter?” I ask, sitting up finally when I realize they’re not going to leave me in any peace.

as he walks out of the bathroom, brushing as he strides

sigh and grab it, yawning so wide my jaw cracks. As I pull my boot on I hope that there’s coffee with breakfast – because while dream

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