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 be

I want him to put

he presses his mouth hard to mine – which I decidedly do

that feels….god, it feels fucking amazing,

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

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

ice cream,” I answer immediately, “with whipped

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

we both 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

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

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

passes through

damn it, Ari,” he

and press my eyes shut, and will the

clench my teeth with a groan, turning and

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

god damn it I wanted

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

screaming

least I think he will. I sigh, curling up in my pillows and wrapping 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 consider experimenting with kissing

just unfairly confusing him because I’m

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?

at this school, because failing

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knew I always wanted: a chance at the Espionage Track at

not at all ready to

chance to

close my eyes and force myself to try and go back to sleep – a state which feels

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

shouts, throwing a pillow into the open curtain of my nook. I jump and shrick when it

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

says, laughing and yanking my away, making

duvet

finally when I realize they’re not going to leave me in any

as he walks out of the bathroom, brushing as he strides around the room in his underwear, getting ready for the day. “Breakfast all together with cadets.”

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 –