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 –

I want to be

him to put

me tight against him as he presses his

rests his weight deliciously against me, pinning me back against the tree in a way that feels….god, it feels fucking amazing, his body pressed flush against mine. “I want you to ask me a question.”

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

of my cheek. “Real–Ari

cream,” I answer immediately, “with

not fair to be in this dream state with him and be the only one knowing what’s going on. If we’re going to do

we both very

to

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

scent and the press of his muscled torso against me for one last second. I hesitate, but then I lift my

do, just for a moment, I let myself imagine what his bare skin would feel like under my fingertips.

passes

he growls, leaning in

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

teeth with a groan, turning

in my pillow, feeling sorry for myself, cursing myself vehemently for having a sense of ethics and the willpower to stop Luca from doing something he’d probably

it I wanted to kiss him.

hell knows when I’ll have the chance – because Luca, he just wanted to kiss the figment of his imagination that

going to run screaming from the

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

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

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

my gender at this school, because failing to do so

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gotten hold of the thing I never knew I

all ready to give that up with Luca Grant.

the chance

again in my blankets, and I close my eyes and force myself to try and go back to sleep – a state which feels very, very far away right

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

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

an extra hour of sleep,” I growl, pulling the blankets over myself and nestling back

don’t,” Rafe says, laughing and yanking my away, making me shriek

duvet

sitting up finally when I realize they’re not going

he strides around the room

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