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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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
9.3
Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him.
She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort.
But Benton didn't take the charity.
Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him.
When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face.
Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician.
Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below.
Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her.
She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man.
But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion.
How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power?
"You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you."
Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.
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."
7.4
Clara Davis was trained to seduce, deceive, and destroy.
Her mission is simple: infiltrate billionaire Jeffery Rothwell's life, gain his trust, and help seize his empire in exchange for the freedom she has always craved.
But the deeper she slips into his dangerous world, the more the lines between mission and desire begin to blur. Falling for him was never part of the plan and neither was discovering that the man she was sent to manipulate may not be the real Jeffery at all.
Now trapped in a deadly web of obsession, power, and hidden identities. Clara is caught between the organization that owns her, the monster who remade her, and a love that has turned into vengeance. Clara must survive a man who sees everything, controls everything, and may be far more dangerous than the organization that created her.
Because in this game of seduction and revenge, love might be the deadliest trap of all.
8.6
The Maybach glided through rain, Dante's cold cedar cologne a familiar comfort. Seven years, my life revolved around him, my fingers on his suit cuff, a silent promise. But tonight, our normal shattered with a single phone call.
He answered, speaking rapid Italian – a language he thought I didn't understand. Every word: a death knell. Confirming his engagement to Sofia Moretti, dismissing me as a 'consolation prize.'
Seven years of loyalty vanished. His loving mask back, he left for his fiancée. I stumbled into freezing rain, recalling my foster past. My numb fingers dialed his mother, Isabella, demanding fifty million for my silence. Her insults didn't sting.
The true gut punch: Sofia's Instagram, a prenup on Dante's desk, proudly showing *my* watch, captioned: 'Fourteen days left.' This wasn't their celebration; it was my death sentence.
I wouldn't stay another day in this gilded cage. My old duffel bag, packed, waited. The Australia brochure, a childhood dream, in my pocket. This time, I would live for myself, and they would all pay.
9.2
Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien.
She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults.
Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss.
"You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera."
Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her.
But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin.