The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 45

Fortunately or unfortunately for me, my wolf has a lot of ideas about how I can take advantage of a night in the woods with Luca. And every single one of them is incredibly impractical and ridiculous.

Just let down our hair and then he will know – and then he will grab us and press up against a tree and kiss us and kiss us –

I grit my teeth as I make the final cut, finally freeing the long, single piece of birch bark that I’ve been peeling off the tree for hours. Seriously, it’s slow, painstaking work.

“What are you even thinking about?” Luca asks from behind me, and I gasp and jump, dropping the piece of bark to the forest floor.

“Luca!” I growl, glaring at him and bending over to scoop the bark back into my hands. “You scared me! What are you talking about?”

“I saw you,” he says, leaning back against another tree and grinning at me. “You were all growly, muttering things to your wolf, shivers running down your spine. What is going on with you?”

Youuuuu! My wolf supplies internally, howling the answer. We were thinking about you!

“Why are you being so creepy?” I ask instead of answering, working very hard to hide my terrible blush and failing. “Spying on me like that?”

“Well, I was just coming to get you,” he says, standing up when I come near. “I didn’t realize you were going to put on a show.”

“It wasn’t for you,” I say, my voice low as I step close enough to give him a little shove with my fingertips against his chest.

Yes it was! My wolf counters, her toes tapping eagerly, but I ignore her.

“Doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it,” Luca murmurs, leaning close and smirking down at me. I freeze for a second, turning my head and staring up at him.

Because – I mean – I don’t have a lot of experience with guys –

But I would swear to god that he’s…he’s flirting with me…

Luca stares down at me, holding my gaze, his smile growing incrementally as he blinks his long lashes slowly over his pretty brown eyes in a way that makes my breath catch. But I clear my throat, blushing again as I force myself to turn away, starting to stalk back to where the Lieutenant is waiting.

“Did we get any fish?” I ask over my shoulder, not taking the risk of looking at him. Because, honestly, if he looks at me like that again…

…I’m at severe risk of throwing myself into his arms.

Do it, my wolf hisses, and this time I mentally smack her on the nose, because there is too much at risk for her meddling right now. She gives a little yelp and retreats, just a little.

“We got one!” Luca says, his voice cheerful. “Just one little guy, but it counts, right? Food is food.”

“I think so,” I say, smiling as I come into the clearing and seeing my other three teammates sitting around the fire, the tiny fish guted and sizzling on one of the hot stones nearest to the flames. “Nice job, guys!” I say, grinning around at them cheerfully.

“Not nice for all of us,” Perry murmurs, holding up a bloody finger.

“Oh,” I say, gathering two round sticks about the same size and coming to sit next to him. “What happened?”

Perry explains about a slight mishap while attempting to gut the fish with one of the hooks – I took the machete, after all – and I nod to him, saying I’ll patch him up in a minute.

“Don’t bother,” Alan mutters, flipping open the first-aid kit. “I know how to do this.”

I half watch, grimacing as he starts to put a bandage onto Perry’s finger before cleaning it, but luckily Luca stops him so I don’t have to, stepping in making sure that the finger is properly cleaned before being covered. In the meantime, I split the sticks about halfway down their centers and fold the long strip of birch bark in half, and then at the edges, wedging the ends inside the split sticks to make a sealed little pocket. It looks for all things like a pillowcase made of bark – sealed on three sides with one open end.

When it’s ready, I take it down to the stream and fill it with water before bringing it back.