The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

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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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

I want him

me tight against him as he presses his

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

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

game even as he strokes his thumb along the skin of my

cream,” I answer immediately,

I stand by what I decided last time. It is not fair to be in this dream state with him and be the only one knowing what’s going on. If

very clearly

going to

asks, teasing – because, I mean, it is a very girly desert. “Of course sprinkles,” I murmur, sighing as I take one last look

I hesitate, but then I lift my hands, and let my palms press against his sides, feeling the lines of his obliques as I slowly

for a moment, I let myself imagine what his bare skin would feel like under

shudder passes through

it, Ari,” he growls,

my head, and press my eyes shut,

bed and I clench my teeth with a groan, turning and burying my face into a pillow to stifle

myself vehemently for having a sense of ethics and the willpower to stop Luca from doing

damn it, god damn it I wanted

the 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 how he’s feeling. As soon as he realizes that

going to run screaming from the room.

think he will. I sigh, curling up in my pillows and wrapping myself up in my soft white duvet, considering

straight, and that I’m just unfairly confusing him because I’m his mate underneath

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

gender at this school, because failing to do so means

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knew I always wanted: a chance at the Espionage

at all ready to give that

for the chance to make out

to try and go back

early, some kind of Alpha alarm clock that I was not born with making them

curtain of my nook. I jump and shrick when

I growl, pulling the blankets over myself and nestling back

laughing and yanking my away, making me

duvet

I ask, sitting up finally when I realize they’re not going to leave

the bathroom, brushing as he strides around the room

one in my direction as he takes Jesse’s place in the bathroom. I 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