Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

I had been walking on air all day.Owen had asked to speak with me. Owen. I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head. Maybe, just maybe, this was it. Maybe he’d finally see me…not as just the Alpha’s daughter, or the girl who hovered around him quietly…but as the one who had always been there. The one who loved him. The one who would have given him everything.When I spotted him across the clearing, my heart jumped. He looked like a storm…jaw clenched, arms crossed, his entire body radiating tension. Still, I smiled. I tried to believe there was something behind the cold mask he wore. Something soft. Something that maybe, just maybe, had started to care.I took a tentative step forward, heart thudding.“Owen,” I breathed, reaching out.He stepped back like my touch would poison him.“Don’t,” he snapped, voice flat and sharp.My hand dropped. My chest tightened."Lyra," he said, and even the way he said my name sounded like an inconvenience. “We need to talk.”“I’m listening,” I whispered

Lyra's POV.The hallway was quiet now. Guards had taken Rowan away. My mother had vanished upstairs. The rest of the pack cleared out, whispers trailing behind them. No one dared to say it loud, but I knew what they were thinking.Our Alpha heir was out of his mind.I walked into the destroyed dining hall. Broken plates on the floor. Blood smeared on the wood. One of the chairs was still rocking slightly. My father stood by the window, hands behind his back, staring out into nothing.His shoulders were tight, like they’d been for months. But now, something else sat on them. Defeat.I stepped closer. “Dad.”He didn’t look at me. “Go to your room, Lyra.”“I need to talk to you.”His jaw tightened. “Later.”“No. Now.”He turned around. His eyes looked sunken, ringed with dark circles. There was no Alpha fury left in them. Just tiredness. Disbelief. “What do you want me to say?” he muttered. “That my son is losing his mind? That the pack is falling apart? That we’ve been getting rogue att

Lyra’s POV.The gates of Alpha Academy were massive. Towering. Iron bars twice my height, lined with scars from past battles. I stood in front of them with my hood pulled low, my chest bound so tight I could barely breathe. My heart slammed against my ribs, over and over, like it wanted out of this body.Guards stood the entrance, all muscle and menace, with eyes like they saw straight through people. They wore no uniforms...just black, battle-worn clothes and a scent that said one wrong move, and I’d never breathe again.‘You still want to do this?’ Nira asked, low in my head.She already knew the answer.I didn’t reply. I kept my jaw tight, voice buried deep. I adjusted the straps under my hoodie, pulling it closer to my skin. Every inch of me was Rowan now. I held out the forged crest, heart in my throat.The guard raised a brow. "Name?"I dropped my voice. "Rowan Thorne."He stared for a second too long. Then nodded."Welcome to Alpha Academy."The gates opened with a loud groan.

Lyra’s POV.The moment I stepped inside the dorm room, my heart slammed in my chest like a prisoner desperate to escape. Three guys were already there, sitting on the bunks and trunks like they owned the place. The room was small and stuffy, heat sticking to my skin, making the bandages around my chest feel like they’d snap under the pressure. I swallowed the urge to breathe through my mouth and forced myself to stay calm.I pulled the hood lower, hiding as much of my face as I could without looking like I was ready to bolt.“Hey,” said the tallest one, a broad-shouldered guy with dark hair and eyes sharp like knives. “You’re Rowan, right? From Blueclaw?”“Yeah,” I said, my voice rough and low. I tried to keep it steady, but the words felt foreign in my throat.He grinned, showing teeth that were too white for this place. “I’m Eryk. Alpha heir of Shadowpine. Just got here myself. Heard Blueclaw’s been... rough lately.”I nodded, forcing a casual shrug. “Yeah. Tough times.”The second

Killian’s POV The hall smelled like roasted meat and sweat. Long wooden tables stretched from one end to the other, packed with boys who were loud and half-starved after training. Plates clanged, mugs slammed against wood, and laughter bounced off the stone walls. It was chaotic, but this was normal. This was Alpha Academy. I walked in, boots heavy on the ground. My eyes scanned the room. The Alpha Heirs sat in clumps. South Ridge boys clustered together, noisy as ever. The Moonrock twins were arm-wrestling. Everyone looked like they belonged. Strong shoulders, big mouths, louder egos. It didn’t matter where they came from. They carried pride like it was armor. Then there was him. Rowan Thorne. He sat at the edge of the last table. Small. Quiet. Shoulders hunched. Head down like he was praying to disappear. His tray was barely touched. A slice of meat and some beans. Like he was afraid to eat too much. My jaw clenched. My wolf stirred. ‘He’s here,’ my wolf growled. ‘Mat