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Alpha Academy: The omega in disguise

Alpha Academy: The omega in disguise

Author: Maria.
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Chapter 1 The Perfect Lie

Word Count: 1042    |    Released on: 14/11/2025

s's

for morning d

with arrogance. I didn't bother turning aroun

late," I

e you planning to stare at

nd met the eyes of the boy blocking the doorway. Broad shoulders, messy blond hair, cocky

e to the bait. "What, no threat to

brush past him. His scent flared in irritation as he caught the underlying wa

hythmic thud of boots and the distant sound of drills starting on t

those born to dominate survive. Whe

very inch of me was trained to mimic Alpha poise. I had perfected this performanc

ng breath could

orning. Then twice. Now three times a day, and the effects still faded too fast. My pulse t

ri

ard the training fields. No one stopped me. No one questioned me. Ran

and closed the door with a soft click.

night's injection. The skin there was sensitive, still healing. I

stbite under my skin. I exhaled t

Two.

mula, reject it, demand more. But I didn't have the luxury of stopping. The academy's mandatory health s

for me,

lways trembling when she stitched my fake ID patches into my uniforms. She hadn't smiled in y

the needl

econds. Then

ing the fabric down. The pain dulled q

nd joined the stream of

the sparring fields, some dripping with sweat, others barking orders at their team

y breath

! Over

ombat wing. His eyes flicked briefly to my expres

yard without b

s, some intimidated, some res

's hi

. Ran

y stronger than Vesper

dy's stronger

n Ve

name was

a storm front. Alphas unconsciously straightened when he walked by. Instructors moderated their tone. Betas avo

by forc

by simple

at me like he was wait

he grass like shattered glass. My reflection flickered briefly in the w

oors open and

once. Training weapons lined the walls. Mats stretched

e air s

across the hal

ura came first; dense, cold, layered with somet

urn

ng. His dark hair fell messily across his brow, and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows, exposing

dn't

dn't

dn't

uniform collar, my wrist, my throat. His e

ne corner of h

a sm

a hunter'

something I c

onds. No longer. No shorter. Jus

gaze first and

me like a hand p

re failing and Ro

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