The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 444

“Luca,” I say, lifting my head to stare at him dubiously. “You’re an international boxing champion. You have some platform for arrogance.”

He grins at me, his dimples flaring in that way that I love. “An international boxing champion who shouts at the woman he loves and barely passes his finals, trusting that his royal connections will get him through.”

I twist my lips to the side, tacitly admitting that there…is room for improvement there.

“I want to be a man who deserves to be mated to you, Ariel,” Luca says softly, sitting up straight and nodding. “I think…maybe that’s why the Goddess had me meet you when she did. So that I could start working on myself before it’s too late.”

“You know I like you just as you are, right?” I say softly, looking up at him, meaning it. “I mean…I could do without the shouting – but everything else? You deserve me, Luca – there’s nothing else you have to do.”

“I want to be a better man,” he says softly, leaning forward to nudge me with his nose. “Let me do it for you. Okay?”

I hesitate, not liking something about that. “Do it for you, Luca,” I say quietly, pressing a hand warm against his chest, his heart. “You don’t have to do anything for me – but if you want to be a better version of yourself then I’ll support you all the way.”

“Good,” he says, giving a quick nod and then stealing a kiss so fast that it makes me laugh.

I kiss him back though, just for a moment, before beaming at him. “Does this mean you’re going to really study now!?”

“Yes…” he says, narrowing his eyes, suspicious, “but…why do you look so happy about that?”

“Because!” I say, bouncing away from him and across the bed, reaching for my desk. “I can help! I got all of these new study supplies for Midwinter – mom gave them to me – I’ll teach you my color coding system! We can –“

But Luca groans, laughing, and collapses on my bed, already exhausted by it. “I said I was going to study, Ariel, not become a complete nerd –“

“They are one in the same, Luca Grant,” I say, high and mighty, grabbing my collection of highlighters and colored pens and clasping them to my chest.

Luca laughs at me and I begin to lay out the pens next to him, explaining my system. He listens dutifully, either actually interested or doing a damn good job pretending to be, when another set of footsteps come into the room. I peek out from my nook and beam when I see that it’s Jackson.

“Hi!” I call, waving to him as he comes into the room.