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 6
ALEXANDRIA
"Causing trouble so early in the morning, Damon?" he asked, raising a brow at the Alpha who held me.
I looked at him closely, and it seemed he didn't recognize me-which was a relief. However, the scent I had detected from him at the bar was still lingering, strong enough that I could smell it even from this distance.
I wondered if he had layered cologne over his natural scent.
To my surprise, this sleazy Alpha actually released my collar. Even without knowing him personally, I felt Damon had a pride that towered higher than the buildings of the Academy, so I had expected him to punch me. This meant that whoever this guy I kissed was, he clearly had some influence in the school.
That realization only annoyed me more-he was an entitled jerk who assumed I should know exactly who he was.
Damon looked me dead in the eye and smirked. "This isn't the end. I'll see you very soon, Alex."
With that, he strolled away, flanked by his two lackeys. The moment he was gone, I finally let out a deep breath.
"Are you going to stand there all day, or do you want me to run you over?"
The annoying Alpha's words snapped me out of my thoughts. I bit my lip as I took in his smug, indifferent expression. He raised a brow, maintaining eye contact, as if daring me to make a move.
"Don't act so entitled-"
Before I could finish my sentence, Ryland yanked me away from the scene. He bowed slightly to the pompous Alpha and even offered an apology.
"Sorry, Alpha Wyatt. My friend is just having a bad day. We'd best be on our way."
With that, Mandy and Ryland dragged me to a more open space, away from the parking lot.
"Let go," I said, trying to pull my arms free from their grip. "Why'd you stop me from saying something to that jerk?"
"That jerk?" Mandy exclaimed, her eyes wide. "That jerk is Wyatt Frost of the Enigma Pack."
I tilted my head to the side. I had definitely heard their pack name before, but I couldn't be bothered to learn more about them.
"And so? Do they own the world?"
"They might as well," Ryland said, his voice shaky, which only made me frown. "The Enigma Pack is extremely influential. You know about the powers that arise from the different packs, right?"
"Yes...," I trailed off. The two of them looked at me suspiciously. Truth be told, I wasn't very interested in pack politics. I always thought that while great achievements earn respect, the smaller packs without inherent power deserve recognition too.
"She doesn't have a clue," Mandy said, shaking her head. "She even butted heads with Alpha Damon."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is he important, too?"
Ryland rubbed the bridge of his nose. "We'll give you a background as we lead you to your dorm room."
I sighed and nodded, realizing I should have asked these questions sooner. We walked toward the dorm building while Mandy filled the air with talk of the "important" Alphas.
"The first Alpha you met was Damon Corvus, the Alpha of the Carnage Pack."
I paused for a moment, glancing at Mandy. It was the pack she was from.
"The Carnage Pack is powerful because they're the first to weaponize their pack synergy," she continued. "The newly crowned Alpha is referred to as the Carnage Alpha, and when he finds himself in a difficult predicament, he can channel the abilities of other pack members, creating a singular consciousness in battle."
I frowned. "That means you're not just fighting one individual."
"Yes," she confirmed. "That's why the Carnage Alphas are the most abundant in numbers. They capitalize on their collective strength to amplify the Carnage Alpha's power."
I let out a low laugh. "No wonder he acts like that."
Ryland sighed. "Alex, you really need to be careful with your words. You don't want to get on these guys' bad sides."
Without responding, I turned my attention back to Mandy.
"Another famous Alpha is Alpha James Knight from the Cipher Pack. His family owns this Academy," she said, continuing her rundown.
"Really?" I muttered in surprise.
"Yes," she replied. "Well, the government technically owns it, but it was built by his family. The Knight family is incredibly wealthy. They essentially wrote the Academy's first laws. I bet he has a significant role here, too."
"Hmm," I hummed, already memorizing their names. If I wanted to get to the bottom of Alexei's death, I needed to keep an eye on them.
Just then, my mind drifted to the annoying man who had stolen my first kiss.
"There are lots of prominent Alphas, but I'm afraid we can't cover them all," Mandy sighed. "We really should have had this conversation sooner. I forgot you had no clue about Alpha stuff."
I cleared my throat. "How about... Wyatt?" I asked, hesitant to say his name.
She paused, and I noticed her physically shiver at the mention of him.
"What?" I asked, intrigued.
She gestured for me to come closer. "He's really hot, right?"
"Mandy, I can hear you," Ryland said, frowning slightly.
Mandy giggled and moved away. "Sorry. He's someone I've never seen before, but it seems the rumors are true. He's quite handsome."
"Mandy," Ryland warned again, a note of seriousness in his voice.
"Okay, okay," she said, conceding. "Anyway, he's from a relatively new pack. Their pack is older than ours, but compared to the Carnage and Cipher packs, the Enigma Pack was only established thirty years ago."
"However, in that time, they've risen through the ranks. They're also rumored to possess a unique and very powerful ability."
"Which is?" I couldn't contain my curiosity any longer.
She built up the suspense, but in the end, she merely shrugged, fueling my annoyance.
"My knowledge doesn't extend that far. I left my old pack before I had a chance to learn more about the Enigma Pack. However, judging by Damon's reaction earlier, it seems the rumors must be true. Damon doesn't back down from anyone."
So those three were the ones I had to watch out for the most. I already dreaded it since the two were established as entitled assholes.
"We're here," Ryland announced, halting our conversation.
I stared at the room number-606. I let out a deep breath. "I'm here," I muttered under my breath.
Mandy and Ryland stood behind me as I opened the door. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't a six-foot man with blonde hair, surfer abs, and a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair.
He turned toward us the moment I opened the door, frowning as he examined my face.
This must be my roommate.
Just as I was about to greet him, he let out a heavy and disappointed sigh.
"So, you really are alive?"
"It would honestly have been better if you were dead. I was enjoying the room by myself."
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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.