The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0510

around. And that's...difficult for me."

"All right. I just...have very little time alone with you now, Ariel," Luca says, straightening up and slipping his hands into his pockets as he, apparently, adjusts himself to the knowledge that his time-share deal with Jackson is apparently dead. "At least, time without him "It's difficult for me too," I say quietly, my eyes going a little wide when I see the sadness on his face, hating it. "But...I mean, at school I have very little time for...anything. It's not that I don't want to spend time alone with you, Luca, I just...don't know when that would be." "Well, do you think we could meet in the dream state more?" he says quietly, taking a hand from his pocket and casting it out in front of him, seeking some medium ground. "We haven't done that in a while and -"

"No," I say instantly, knowing that it's impossible, shaking my head.

Luca's eyes go wide as he stares at me, completely shocked by my answer.

And inside, I know that in terms of giving my mates equal time with me, I'm being completely unfair.

But honestly, the idea of laying physically in bed with Jackson while I meet with Luca in the dream forest, where there's another bed? And do... the things that we do there?

I feel, immediately, a little sick at the

out - not so much angry now as feeling incredibly sad, and jealous, and

expression on his face. My mouth opens, my throat clicking a little in my eagerness to say something to make it better - anything - but what - God, maybe he should have some time in the dreamscape - maybe

again - harder this time - and

telling you what he wanted, after all, even

mouth as I realize that she's...completely right. And while I hated when Luca did that to me...there has to come a time when I

chest as my voice cracks with the terrible emotion that I'm feeling right now, "but...my wolf wants me to

"you and I had so much time in the dream state alone - for months, before Jackson even knew I was his mate! And

head from side to side, his own voice tight as he stares at me, willing me to see how this is totally different. I wasn't splitting time then. And I'm not now - but for

a deep breath, working hard to stay steady in my convictions. "I'm sorry, Luca," I say quietly. "This is...what I want

my soul, I think attempting to

deep sigh, raising a hand to cover his eyes. He stays that way for a long moment, shutting down the flow of emotions down our bond, clearly adjusting to