The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 86

“Hi!” I say, forcing my face into my best cheerful-Princess grin. “There’s coffee! Come sit down!”

Luca just narrows his eyes at me a little more, suspicious, and goes to the other side of the table, sitting with Jesse.

My stomach twists at this – Luca almost always sits by me. And while Ben took his spot today…I don’t know. Something about the way Luca keeps his eyes on me even as he rounds the table...

God, I feel like a little rabbit being watched by a hungry wolf.

We’re wolves too! My wolf reminds me, snapping her jaws eagerly in response to Luca’s predatory prowl. Let’s not let him see us sweat.

I nod, inwardly, and proceed as if absolutely nothing is wrong, determined not to let Luca think that I know at all why he might be in a mood.

Even though that I am well aware that I am very much the cause of it.

I did more thinking last night, and I decided – in the end – that I’ve been very foolish with the dream state. Even though my wolf is disappointed in my decision, I’ve decided not to use it anymore – it’s just too risky.

Instead, I’m going to put my feelings for my mate aside and concentrate on succeeding here at school. After all, that’s why dad didn’t let girls in in the first place – there’s enough to do here without romantic distractions.

I’m not going to be the first girl in, just to fail out because I couldn’t stop mooning over a boy.

Rafe, Jesse, and Ben chat excitedly about their mornings, those on Warrior track eating faster than Ben and I because they have a workout this morning while Ben and I have an extra hour before class.

“Why do you think that is?” he asks me frowning.

“Who knows,” I say, giving a little shrug. “Maybe we’ll have like…extra homework to do in the mornings or something.”

“Nerd track,” Jesse murmurs, and I shoot him a dirty little glare.

“Don’t be jealous, dumb jock track,” I throw back at him, and he just grins.

“All tracks are equally good,” Rafe cuts in smoothly, always diplomatic.

Luca, to my chagrin, doesn’t say a word. I sigh a little, looking down at my plate as I push around my eggs, because I’d much rather he was his old self. This quiet, moody Luca – it makes me anxious.

“What’s up with you today?” Jesse asks, nudging Luca with his elbow. “Didn’t sleep?”

“Nope,” Luca says, terse, flicking his eyes up to me. “Weird dreams again.”

Jesse’s mouth bursts into a scandalized smile as he slowly shifts his gaze to me, but I quickly dart my eyes back to my plate, inwardly stringing together a fluid and vehement line of curses.

“Really,” Jesse says, digging in. “And what was so troubling about it?” he asks, and I can tell that he’s almost vibrating with eagerness now, just dying for more material to tease me with later.

I lift my eyes to glare at my cousin, wishing I could shoot death rays from my pupils to knock him dead in his chair.

“What was so troubling,” Luca says, his voice low and dangerous, “was that I knew so little about my friends. For instance, I shared with you all what my favorite desert was last night -”

I go rigid despite my earlier determination to keep cool.

“Your nan’s coffee cake was delicious,” Jesse chimes in, turning his head to Luca, fascinated as to where this is going.

“But,” Luca says, his eyes still trained on me, “I have no idea what any of your favorite deserts are.”

“What?” Rafe asks, turning to Luca, confused. “Why does that bother you?”

“Just humor me,” Luca says, his voice oddly angry for someone who is pretending to so casually talk about desert. “Let’s just…all go around. Say our favorite deserts. Ben?” he says, and I jump a little when he snaps his gaze to Ben next to me.

Ben glances at me, picking up on the weird vibe. “Um, I like…chocolate cake?”

“Amazing,” Luca says, dry. And then he turns to Jesse, clearly keeping me for last.

As Jesse reports that his favorite is bread pudding, and Rafe that he just likes chocolate chip cookies, I renew my determination to stick to the plan I made last night. When Luca gets to me? I have to lie.

Let him think that the dream state was a figment of his imagination – I’m never going to meet him there again. The plan I came up with last night – to convince him that it was real? That was foolish – it is so, so much simpler to just…never go there again.