The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 81

When I next open my eyes, I’m half unsurprised to see that it’s the golden-leafed birch forest.

I groan a little, covering my face with my hands even as excitement runs through me. Because – I mean – I’m only here because I want to be, right? The dream state only appears if you call for it, call for your mate to meet you here.

Right! My wolf shouts. He’s coming too!

“Oh no oh no,” I murmur, dragging my hands down my face and looking around for him. I mean, it’s all getting very real now –

Luca is clearly figuring out that something is up with these dreams –

And the way he put his hand on my calf tonight? And subtly mentioned dreams, watching me as he did?

God damn it, but we are getting into some tricky territory.

“Hello?” his voice rings through the forest. “Shrimp, are you here?”

My wolf gives several happy yips of excitement as I put my hands on my hips, looking down at my nightgown, my hair falling over my shoulders.

You can end it if you want toooo, my wolf says, her voice sing-song. But you don’t want toooo.

“God damn it,” I growl to myself, but when I lift my head I’m laughing a little too.

Because I really, really do not want to end this dream.

And so instead I will my clothes to change, my nightgown shifting into the black pants and top of an Academy cadet, my hair tucking itself away under the standard black cap – which is optional for cadets, but which I will never be without.

And then I step out from behind my tree and into the clearing. “Over here, Grant,” I shout, my voice a little tired.

I see him immediately as he spins around, his eyes catching on me at once in the clearing. He smirks as he starts to walk over to me. “What is this place,” he says, and I can tell he’s a little bit thrilled to be here too, which makes me smile. My mate – I mean, at least he’s happy to see me. “I never, ever have a dream about the same person in the same location.”

“Really?” I ask, crossing my arms and cocking my head to the side, watching him look all around at the beautiful trees, the strange ambient lighting that seems to have no source, the fog that floats around at the edges and by our feet. “Where do you usually dream about me?”

“Usually like, on Mars or in the Roman Empire –“ he stops suddenly and turns his face back to mine. “Nicely done, Shrimp. Maybe you’ll make a good little spy after all.”

I laugh and wrinkle my nose at him, unable to help it.

“So,” he murmurs, taking a step closer to me. “Is there anything to do here? Or do we just…hang out?”

“There is no here,” I say with a sigh, looking up into his gorgeous face, “so, we can’t really expect there to be anything to do.” I letting myself stare into his warm brown eyes, tightening my arms around each other so that I resist each and every urge to touch him.

“Well, I can think of something,” Luca murmurs, taking another step closer and reaching out a hand towards my arm –

“Luca!” I gasp, flinching away.

“What!?” he says, laughing and closing the distance. “Seriously, Shrimp – you’re a figment of my imagination – why on earth are you playing hard to get!?”

I grit my teeth at him, glaring a little. “I’m not playing, Luca – I just genuinely think it’s a bad idea!”

“How could it be a bad idea!?” he laughs at me again and reaches out both hands this time, placing them on my upper arms, his fingers wrapping around the back and slowly sliding down towards my elbows. “Honestly, it’s just an experiment – I have got to figure out what this bizarre attraction to you is –“

“Well,” I say quietly, my stomach filled suddenly with butterflies as those sparkles suddenly appear in the air – the embodiment of the…whatever it is between us that happens when we touch. “What if it’s not an experiment?”

“How could it not be?” he murmurs, pulling me a little closer – and, damn it, but I let him. I can’t not – god, it’s just too hard to resist. I can smell him, and the closeness of him, the warmth of him –