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 be kissed.

precisely I want him to

me tight against him as he presses his mouth hard to mine – which I

in a way that feels….god, it feels fucking amazing, his body pressed flush against mine. “I

glaring. “Not that kind of question,” I growl, and he laughs

the skin of my cheek. “Real–Ari had my nan’s coffee cake tonight, which

ice cream,” I answer

stand by what I decided last time. It is not fair to be in this dream state with him and be

we both very clearly

going to know that

mean, it is a very girly desert. “Of course sprinkles,”

against me for one last second. I hesitate, but then I lift my hands, and let my palms

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

hard shudder passes through Luca’s

Ari,” he growls, leaning

press my eyes shut,

groan, turning and burying my face

vehemently for having a sense of ethics

damn it, god damn it I wanted to kiss him.

wanted to kiss the figment of his imagination that looks like me so he can figure out how he’s feeling. As soon

to run screaming

myself up in my soft white duvet, considering it. Because Luca – he still thinks I’m a boy, and as much as he’s willing to subconsciously

that he is straight, and that I’m just unfairly confusing

as much as I’m fine with Ben knowing… Luca? My mate? It’s a different story – an

my gender at this school,

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gotten hold of the thing I never knew I always wanted: a chance at the Espionage Track

not at all ready to

the chance to make out

force myself to try and go back to sleep – a state which feels very, very

Rafe wake up early, some kind of Alpha alarm clock

at ‘em, little cousin!” Jesse shouts, throwing a pillow into the open curtain of my nook. I jump and

spies get an extra hour of sleep,” I growl, pulling the blankets

they want breakfast, they don’t,” Rafe says, laughing and yanking my

duvet

in the dumbwaiter?” I ask, sitting up finally when I realize they’re not going

of the bathroom, brushing as he strides around the room in his underwear, getting ready for the

so wide my jaw cracks. As I pull my boot on I hope that there’s coffee with breakfast – because while dream states do happen while you’re dreaming,

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