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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Clifton, the god of esports, was secretly battling a career-ending wrist injury to protect his team.
A year ago, he kissed his duo partner, Justice, only to be met with violent disgust. Justice shoved him away and dry-heaved in the rain, looking at him like a monster.
Humiliated by the straight man's raw revulsion, Clifton cut him out of his life.
But now, Justice suddenly appeared at Clifton's club as a rookie tryout.
Instead of an ambitious climber, Justice played the perfect, pathetic victim. He cowered, trembled, and acted terrified whenever Clifton was near.
He even signed a bloodsucking contract with a toxic teammate, sparking rumors he was brought in to replace Clifton as captain.
During a scrimmage, Clifton hesitated to shoot because he remembered Justice had just severely burned his hand.
Justice showed no mercy. He ruthlessly gunned Clifton down, humiliating the captain in front of the entire coaching staff.
Clifton was consumed by blinding rage and betrayal.
If Justice was so disgusted by him, why did he fake his devotion for six months just to use him?
Why was he acting like helpless prey now, after trampling all over Clifton's pride?
Determined to rip off the liar's disguise, Clifton dragged Justice into a live stream in front of sixty thousand viewers.
"He's asking if you are in love with me."
Clifton smiled cruelly, waiting for the public execution. But just as the trap snapped shut, a choked, terrified gasp came through the headset.
9.3
Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine.
But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him.
When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement.
I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive.
I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras.
"That was for my father and brother."
Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.
7.2
Elara Vex had everything-a flawless ice core, the title of prodigy, and a place at the pinnacle of the High Tower. But in one brutal night, it was all ripped away. Her mentor tore the core from her chest. Her fiancé drove a sword through her back. Her own sister smiled as she bled out on the cold marble floor.
When Elara wakes, she's years in the past, mere hours before her core is scheduled to be stolen. This time, she won't be anyone's sacrificial lamb. She shatters her own core with forbidden blood magic and forges something far more terrifying in its place-a bottomless, ravenous Chaos Core that devours magic itself.
Now, branded a worthless cripple and cast into the deadly Abyss, Elara is pulled from the darkness by the outcasts of Elysium Academy-a school for heretics, psychopaths, and everything the Tower despises. Under the tutelage of a reclusive principal who knew her murdered mother, Elara will master her forbidden power and uncover the Tower's darkest secrets.
When the Five Academies Ranking Tournament arrives, Seraphina Vex stands in the arena, draped in white saintess robes, ready to claim ultimate glory. She doesn't know that a ghost from her past has clawed her way back from hell. She doesn't know that Elara is coming-and this time, the prodigal sister isn't asking for mercy. She's bringing chaos.
9.4
My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.
8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
9.0
My father was dying in the ICU, and our family company, the Martin Group, was on the verge of total collapse.
While I was desperately trying to sign the consent form for his life-saving surgery, my fiancé, Eston, sent me a text.
"I told you not to be stubborn. The company is mine by Friday. Beg me, and I might pay for the funeral."
He had been secretly looting my family's assets from the inside, waiting for me to break so he could steal everything. He thought I would crawl back to him in absolute despair, surrendering my father's legacy just to survive. The sheer weight of my helplessness crushed my chest as the heart monitor next to my father's bed let out a frantic, high-pitched scream.
The betrayal tore through me, but the despair quickly hardened into a cold, sharp stone.
Why should I let the man who ruined me dance on my family's grave? Why should I let him walk away with everything while I lost the only family I had left?
I wiped away my tears and blocked his number permanently.
Then, I stepped out into the freezing Manhattan rain and went straight to the top floor of the Maxwell building.
I threw my remaining shares onto the desk of Ellwood Maxwell—the apex predator of Wall Street, and Eston's untouchable, ruthless uncle.
"I want you to marry me," Ellwood said, pushing a marriage contract toward me. "That is the only way your company survives."
I picked up the pen. If Eston wanted to destroy my life, I would become his aunt and make him bow.