The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 70

“Luca!” I gasp, still shocked as he slams the door shut behind him and locks it. But he doesn’t say a word as he turns towards me, still livid, his jaw clenched. My eyes go wide because – is he mad at me? Is he going to –

But he just closes the distance between us in one step, his hand flying up and knocking the cap from my head in one swift move. I gasp again, my hands flying up to my hair –

“I fucking knew it,” Luca growls, his eyes roving over my face, my hair his nostrils flaring as he takes in my scent my real scent, which my hat has been hiding for weeks-

–

I barely have a moment to see his face soften, just incrementally, before he grabs me around the waist, and pulls me to him, and seals his mouth to mine.

Instantly, I melt, going almost limp against him as Luca kisses me, as I taste him for the first time in real life, in my real body. And it is so, so much better. I moan into his mouth as my arms wrap instinctually around his neck, pulling him closer as his lips move deliberately, desperately over mine. My mouth opens to him and he takes full advantage, deepening the kiss as his arms tighten around me, pulling me tight against his chest.

–

I lose myself to it – to him completely, my mind going numb as my wolf howls with joy and pleasure. My body takes over as I kiss him back fiercely, shivers running all through my body, my skin tingling where every inch of it is pressed to his –

To my mate-

And god, the way he kisses me, the way his soft lips move firm against mine, the way my head bends back on my neck

God, I could fucking drown in it.

But to my shock, he pulls away. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, pulling back just an inch and looking down at me with half–lidded eyes, his hands sliding up my body to my neck, to my hair. “I’m so sorry, Ariel –”

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gasp,

shivers running through me again as I hear him say my name-

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My real name

My eyes instantly fill with tears. “What?” I breathe, not understanding. “Why –”

“I’m sorry,” he says again, the fingers of one of his hands burying themselves in the hair at the nape of my neck, his other hand making its way to where I’ve tucked the end of my braid in, making quick work of undoing it. “I’ve been suck a jerk this week I regret it so much, Ariel –”

I laugh, suddenly, shocked.

–

below my shoulders, rose–gold and wavy from its wrapped up in my braid. “I figured it

–

time

quickly replaced by a guilty groan. “Luca, no,” I murmur, pressing myself close to him again so that my body is flush against his, so that I look up into his face. He wraps a hand in my hair and grasps it in his fist, like a handful of gold he desperately wants and needs. “I’m so sorry

–

I get it you

–

down my face as I nod. “And I hated it

been torture-”

–

sorry,

horrified to see me so sad, and he wraps an arm tight around me as he turns towards his bed, sinking down onto it and pulling me with him. I

suddenly, I’m in Luca Grant’s bed

lays me out next to him so that we’re face–to–face, our heads both resting on

wraps one leg around mine, possessive and greedy and sweet.

–

at this, shaking my head and lifting my hand to wipe away the

tears that worked their

you “ay out. “I’m not crying – not really it’s just…this is

this for weeks

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cheeks as his

know,” he murmurs, pressing a series of sweet kisses to my mouth and my hand moves from my face to my hair, stroking it. “God damn it, Ariel, I could have killed that fucking Wright guy when I saw

have you known!?”

hell were you doing walking

wouldn’t you talk to me all week!?”

kissing again, and we both lose ourselves to it, all of our questions forgotten for the moment as my fingers stroke through his hair, as the warm summer apricot scent of him floods my nostrils and makes me go limp with wanting him. Luca rolls a little so that his weight rests slightly on top of

he pulls away.

raising my

at me, his rich brown eyes happy. “Ariel, if you say one word to stop me, I will kiss

to talk.”

facing each other on the pillow again. I take a few seconds, trying to compose myself, trying to

difficult. Inwardly my wolf lays languidly on the ground, panting, desperately happy but also still wanting more more of him, more of this, hours of it.

–

And then he slides his palm against mine as I take a deep breath, taking in the handsome lines of

says again, shaking his

have