Caught by the Alphas: The Hidden Beauty of Alpha Academy

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."