Hidden Omega At Alpha Academy
As a male Omega, stepping onto the ice was never supposed to be my dream.
Hockey belonged to Alphas—strong, dominant, born to conquer both the rink and everyone on it. Omegas like me were meant to stay hidden, protected, controlled.
But hiding had never been enough.
The World Hockey Academy was the only place powerful enough to shield my identity, the only place my adoptive father—its Dean—believed I could survive. To the public, it was an elite sports academy. To those like me, it was a prison disguised as opportunity.
To them… it was Alpha Academy.
From the moment I arrived, I swallowed suppressants like oxygen. Every breath had to be measured. Every movement controlled. A single slip—one flare of Omega scent—and I would be exposed.
I had to skate like an Alpha.
Fight like an Alpha.
Bleed like one.
On the ice, weakness wasn’t forgiven.
That was when I noticed him.
The strongest Alpha in the academy. The storm everyone feared. His presence alone made my knees weaken, my instincts scream in panic and hunger all at once. His golden eyes tracked me every time I touched the puck, sharp and suspicious, as if he already sensed something was wrong.
During practice, we crashed into each other.
The impact sent us both sprawling across the ice—but it was his hand gripping my jersey, his scent crashing over me, that shattered my control.
My suppressants burned uselessly in my veins.
His lips curved slowly, dangerously, as he leaned close enough for his breath to brush my ear.
“Funny,” he murmured, voice low and certain.
“For an Alpha… you smell like prey.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
If he figured it out, everything would end.
And yet—
my Omega instincts whispered something far worse.
I wanted him closer.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 5 — DORM TERRITORYMICAHThe dorms were quieter than the rink.That should have made me feel safer.It didn’t.Silence at Black Ice Alpha Academy wasn’t peace. It was an observation. It was the kind of quiet that listened, waited, remembered.We stood in the intake hall while names were called.Not all at once.Not fairly.Some were assigned immediately—high-tier sponsors, known bloodlines, obvious ranks. Their names echoed, doors opened, territories claimed.Others waited.I was one of them.“Micah Tyler”The room shifted.Not loud. Just enough.A few heads turned. Not recognition—assessment.“Dormitory C. Room 417.”No rank. No partner listed.Temporary.My jaw tightened as I stepped forward and accepted the keycard from the administrator. Her eyes lingered on me half a second too long before she looked away.Conditional placement, the card read.Evaluation status ongoing.The hallway outside my assigned room smelled like cold steel and restrained aggression. Every door was shut. Every plaque engraved
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Chapter: CHAPTER 4 — THE RULES AREN’T MADE FOR YOUMICAHThe locker room smelled like heat and metal.Steam rolled off damp skin, Alpha dominance thick enough to sting the back of my throat. Lockers slammed. Laughter cracked sharp and territorial. Somewhere down the row, someone snarled over a towel dispute like it mattered.I kept my head down and my movements efficient.In. Out. Change fast. Don’t draw attention.It didn’t work.“You skated like you had something to prove.”The voice cut through the noise without rising. Calm. Controlled.Deadly.My shoulders tightened before I could stop them.Ronan stood three lockers down, bare-chested, pulling his jersey over one arm with infuriating ease. Up close, the scars were impossible to miss—old claw marks across his ribs, a faint line along his collarbone where something had nearly torn his throat out.This wasn’t a man who survived on reputation.This was a man who enforced it.“I skated like I wanted to stay on the team,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.His gaze flicked to me, sha
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3 — COLLISION COURSEMICAHThe next day, the ice felt narrower.Not physically.Instinctively.I noticed it the moment my skates touched the surface—how space collapsed faster, how eyes tracked me even when they pretended not to. The whispers hadn’t stopped overnight. If anything, they’d grown teeth.Word spread fast at Black Ice.Someone had hit me from behind.Ronan Farrow had intervened.No one said why.They didn’t need to.Alphas didn’t protect weakness. They crushed it—or let it be crushed. The fact that Ronan had stepped in at all was enough to make people curious. Curious was dangerous.Scrimmage teams were posted on the glass wall beside the rink. Names listed in stark black letters, dominance rankings woven carefully into each lineup. I scanned the list once, then again, my jaw tightening.My name sat right in the middle.Ronan’s was at the top.Opposite sides.A ripple went through the rink as players scanned the lists. Smiles sharpened. Anticipation crackled through the air like static before
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Chapter: CHAPTER 2— ALPHAS SMELL WEAKNESSMICAH Practice didn’t stop after the collision.If anything, it sharpened.The whistle shrieked, cutting through the air like a blade, and bodies surged back into motion. Skates carved into the ice. Sticks clashed. The rink swallowed sound and spat it back louder.I forced my breathing steady as I skated, ignoring the lingering burn in my chest and the way my suppressants throbbed beneath my skin like an exposed nerve.Don’t touch your pocket.Don’t adjust.Don’t react.I’d learned early that Alphas noticed hesitation faster than blood.The hit hadn’t exposed me.But something had changed.I felt it in the way heads turned when I passed.On the way shoulders angled toward me just a second too late.In this way space closed faster than it should have.Marked.Not claimed—yet.Tested.A puck slid toward me, hard and fast. I caught it cleanly, pivoted, and accelerated down the ice. A defender rushed me head-on, teeth bared, scent flaring sharp and aggressive.He expected me to slow.I d
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1— BLACK ICE DOESN’T FORGIVEMICAHThe first thing I learned about Black Ice Alpha Academy was that it didn’t care who you were.The second was that it could smell fear.The doors to the rink slid open with a hydraulic hiss, and the scent hit me instantly—raw Alpha dominance layered thick in the air like frostbite. Sweat, iron, ozone, wolf. My lungs locked for half a second before I forced myself to breathe normally.In.Out.Slow.I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, grounding myself as my boots stepped onto the concrete. The suppressants burned low and steady in my veins, like a warning flare that never went out. I took my dose an hour ago. Another one waited in my pocket, just in case.Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead.Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it.Privately, it was something else entirely.Alpha Academy.An institution built to break wolves
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