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

I want him to put his

or not I want him to pull me tight against him as he presses

back against the tree in a way that feels….god, it

darkly and my eyes fly open, already glaring. “Not that kind

thumb along the skin of my cheek. “Real–Ari had

cream,” I answer

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 we’re

we both very clearly want

we’re both going to know

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

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

I let myself imagine what his bare

passes through

it, Ari,” he growls,

press my eyes shut, and will the dream to

I clench my teeth with a groan, turning and burying my

my face buried in my pillow, feeling sorry for myself, cursing myself vehemently for having a

it I wanted to

because Luca, he just wanted to kiss the figment of his imagination that

going to run screaming from

I sigh, curling up in my pillows and wrapping myself up in my soft white duvet, considering it. Because Luca – he still thinks

just unfairly confusing him because I’m his mate

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 not

my gender at this school, because

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I never knew I always wanted: a chance at the

at all ready to give that up with Luca

even for the chance to make out

and I close my eyes and force myself to try and go

of Alpha alarm clock that I was not born with making them rise before

cousin!” Jesse shouts, throwing a pillow into the open curtain of my nook. I jump and shrick when it hits me right

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

they want breakfast, they don’t,” Rafe says, laughing

duvet

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

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

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 –