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 his

as he presses his

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

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

whispers, playing my game even as he strokes his thumb along the skin of my cheek. “Real–Ari had my nan’s coffee cake tonight, which is my

answer immediately, “with whipped cream.”

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

very clearly

to know that it’s real.

desert. “Of course sprinkles,” I murmur, sighing as I take

savoring his scent and the press of his muscled torso against me for one last second. I hesitate, but then I lift my hands, and let my palms press against his sides, feeling the

a moment, I let myself imagine

passes through

damn it, Ari,” he growls,

press my eyes shut,

in my bed and I clench my teeth with a groan, turning and burying my face into

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

it I wanted to kiss

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

going to run screaming from the

myself up in my soft white duvet, considering

I’m just unfairly

revealed today how tenuous my secret already is. And as much as I’m fine with Ben knowing…

still hiding my gender at this school,

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I’ve just, just gotten hold of the thing I never knew I always wanted: a chance at the Espionage

am not at all ready to give that up

for the chance

to try and go back to sleep – a state which feels

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

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

of sleep,” I growl, pulling the blankets over myself and nestling

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

duvet

just come up in the dumbwaiter?” I ask, sitting up finally when I realize they’re not going to leave me in any

the bathroom, brushing as he strides around the room

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 dream states do happen while you’re dreaming, I’m not sure that I’d