Caught by the Alphas: The Hidden Beauty of Alpha Academy
After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is.
But staying hidden isn't easy–
Not when the Alphas start noticing her.
Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first.
And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.
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Chapter 5
ALEXANDRIA
I stared at my reflection in the car mirror while Ryland drove us to the Academy. Mandy was in the backseat, singing along to the latest viral songs on the radio.
Mandy had cut my hair evenly and placed it in a lazy half-up and half-down. She had also concealed my naturally rosy cheeks and lips, so I looked even paler than usual. Along with that, she contoured my face to make it more angular, also giving me tips so I could do it on my own when she wasn't around.
With this get up, I truly looked like my brother. His glasses were also perched on the bridge of my nose, adding to the look. And the cherry on top was that I had something that masked my scent, because Mandy claimed I smelled "scrumptiously sweet."
Still, I didn't understand what she meant by that statement.
After a few more minutes, we finally arrived at the tall and imposing gates of Alpha Academy. Even from Ryland's old car, I could see its striking architecture. Although big, it employed the brutalist style. It felt like a flashy prison.
Alpha Academy-an all-male institution.
Everyone knew its name. The premise was straightforward, but graduating was anything but. It wasn't just for those destined to inherit the Alpha title; it also admitted those within the same bloodline. This ensured that when the main Alpha passed, the leadership could easily transition to the next in line.
With werewolf packs scattered across the globe, there were at least ten thousand of them. Our country was well-known because it cultivated the largest and strongest packs, making us the epicenter of the werewolf world.
Getting into Alpha Academy is no small feat. There's a physical test, a mental evaluation, an emotional assessment, and an endurance challenge. Only those who successfully pass all of these can gain entry. That was why I felt such pride when Alexei managed to get in; not everyone has the privilege of attending.
However, leaving the Academy was equally challenging. For three years, students are required to complete each course, endure the relentless pressure, and make it out alive.
Everyone held the Academy in high regard. Yet, after my brother's death, I knew it wasn't as perfect as people made it out to be.
"Alex," Ryland said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I glanced to the side and realized it was our turn to enter.
With that, I reached into my backpack to retrieve Alexei's ID, scanning it at the gate scanner.
The car fell into a heavy silence as we watched the enormous gates begin to open. A robotic voice cut through the quiet, startling all three of us.
"Welcome to Alpha Academy."
"Woah," Mandy muttered in awe. "It feels like we're in some sort of video game."
A beep sounded from behind us, followed by an aggressive shout. "Get fucking going!" someone from the car behind yelled, prompting Ryland to curse under his breath and step on the gas.
We entered the vast premises, and I was swiftly overwhelmed by the sight of Alphas roaming freely. As I had mentioned before, my exposure to men was limited-far below average. Seeing so many muscular figures walking around sent my head spinning. The scent of testosterone invaded my senses immediately, making me scrunch my nose.
"On second thought," Ryland muttered as he parked in an empty space, "I don't think I can send you into this place, Alex."
I opened the car door before he could change his mind. "Don't worry about me. Just protect the pack while I'm gone."
With that, I stepped out before he could stop me, clutching my backpack and duffel bag close as I stared up at the intimidating property before me.
Just as I was about to take my first step forward, I felt a strong arm wrap around my shoulder. Although the gesture seemed friendly, it felt anything but. Instead, it felt like I was being squeezed by a vice grip.
"Well, well, looks like the rumors are right," came a deep voice.
I looked up to find myself face-to-face with a tall man sporting a pronounced jaw and a buzzed black head of hair, his piercing blue eyes locking onto mine-the quintessential arrogant look you'd expect in movies. Behind him were two burly-looking men who seemed to serve as his dogs.
"Looks like my favorite plaything is still alive, huh?" he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
I narrowed my eyes and instinctively pushed him away, making him raise both eyebrows in surprise. His musky scent was unbearable, so I brushed off the spot where he had touched me.
"I see-you're still acting tough," he said, humor heard in his tone.
I glared at him, trying to place where I might have recognized him. Clearing my throat, I responded in a deep voice, "Who are you again?"
A small gasp escaped Mandy's lips, causing me to turn to her with a questioning tilt of my head. She stayed silent, but her eyes warned me of something I couldn't quite grasp.
When I turned back, I found the Alpha almost nose-to-nose with me, making me scrunch up my face in distaste.
I placed my hands against his chest and pushed him away firmly. "Back the fuck off."
His jaw muscle twitched, and his underlings closed in on me, but he held out his hand to halt their advance. He then ran a hand through his hair and stepped closer, leaning down until we were eye to eye. I didn't dare break eye contact. If it had been Alexei, he would have backed off. He was always the one to yield between us, often telling me I was too courageous for my own good.
A flicker of surprise crossed the man's features, and for a brief moment, his expression softened. However, he quickly snapped back to his previous cocky demeanor.
"So, after that accident, you still have the guts to act like this. I guess the lesson didn't teach you well enough," he taunted.
I bit my lip, and he followed the movement with his gaze. This guy-he must know something about my brother's death.
I smirked, refusing to back down. "Was that even a lesson? I honestly don't remember it."
His jaw clenched harder, and before I could react, he had a grip on my collar strong enough to lift me off my feet. He raised his other hand, poised to throw a punch. Judging by the size of his fist, I knew it was going to hurt.
Ryland moved to interfere, but a familiar voice broke the tension.
"Move."
We all turned to the side, and I felt the grip on me loosen slightly.
However, I felt choked for a different reason now.
The new man was seated inside his car, windows rolled all the way down, sunglasses resting on the top of his head. Even though my memory of that day was blurry, there was no denying it. This was the man who had kissed me at the bar just two days ago.
He tilted his head slightly and sighed heavily.
For a moment, I felt nervous.
Did he recognize me in any way?
But then, he spoke again, "You're blocking my parking space."
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
9.2
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
7.4
I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez.
On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight.
But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next.
Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup.
He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet.
Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated.
For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe.
Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow.
"Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago."
My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder.
Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre.
I thought the fire was the end.
But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter.
I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began.
This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.