The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy

Chapter 0718

"Come on, Shrimpy," Luca says, quite cheerful for my sake as he puts his arm around my shoulders and gives me a tug towards the door. "Let's go drink this." He holds up the bottle of wine still in his other hand and gives it a little shake.

I grin up at him. "You don't even have glasses."

"You can lap it out of my hand," Luca murmurs, pulling me towards the door. "Or use the cup in my bathroom."

"The one I'm sure you haven't cleaned all year -"

"Fine. I'll wash it, just for you."

I laugh and wave over my shoulder to Daphne and Jesse, who call their goodbyes. But as we slip out the door and I begin to pull it shut behind me, I don't miss that they go silent. My final glance back into the room gives me a glimpse of her hand fisted in his shirt, pulling him hard towards her.

Grinning, I shut the door and slip my arm around my mate's waist, following him down the hall towards the staircase.

No one bothers us on the walk to Luca's room, though I admit that I'm jumpier than I used to be in the halls. I mean, Gibson being the one who attacked me has really thrown off my feeling of safety. For weeks now I've felt utterly fine walking in the halls of this Castle, even getting frustrated with Rafe when he suggested I needed a chaperone.

But now that I know that at least one Cadet was placed here by the Atalaxians? And that my fire did not work as well as I thought it would when put to the test like that? God, anything could -

his hand around my shoulder. "You don't

him. "I know.

a little spooked?" He twists his mouth a little as he looks down

bit too. "Remember why I was in here the

the door open. "Yes. Because I was sick of giving you the silent treatment and wanted to

because you'd just punched the crap out of

he door shut, lifting me up against his

I smile down at him. "Let's get you

then I dip my head and kiss my mate, loving him very dearly and

an hour and a half later,

but definitely has me feeling all tingly. And my worries all feel quite, quite far away in the happy buzz of my mind. "Why do you boys drink this stuff," I ask, sticking out my tongue and holding up the bottle to peer at it. "Is it just because it makes you look

Luca murmurs,

peer up at me as he lays out long on his bed and I sit next to him. "We could put sugar in it to make it taste better. If I had any sugar. Which I

at him, letting my eyes drift all the

asks,

"You're