All Chapters of Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LYRA’S POVMy legs screamed the second I stood. My body didn’t just ache...it was on fire. Every muscle, every joint, every fiber of me wanted to collapse and stay down. I had just survived Killian’s hellish lunch confrontation, and now he had decided night drills were a good idea.I tugged my sleeves down, trying to hide the sweat stains and dirt. My throat was raw from yelling during the day. My wolf muttered, loud and sarcastic, in my head.'Oh, this is going to be fun. Really. Because nothing says Alpha heir training like dying in the dark.''Shut up,' I snapped back, though it was more internal than anything else.I stepped out into the yard. Torches had been lit. Their orange flames bounced off everything, making every shadow move like it was alive. The other boys were lined up, already shuffling impatiently, muttering about who was the slowest and who was ready to quit.I took a deep breath, forcing my shoulders back, trying to make myself taller. Trying to make Rowan look… bel

Killian's POV. Three days. Three damn days I’ve watched him fail. Every drill, every swim, every obstacle...he couldn’t get it right. Not once. He stumbled, he hesitated, he fell apart. I’ve seen the others...Alpha heirs meant to survive everything...smirking quietly at him, whispering under their breath. None of them bothered to hide it. And yet, Rowan…he kept trying. Stubborn, defiant. His body bruised, gasping for air, trembling. But he didn’t quit. Not once.And I hated him for it. Hated the way my chest tightened every time I saw him push past pain he had no business surviving. Hated that I could see the fire in him and want to tear it out. My wolf roared in my chest, furious, wanting to crush, wanting to claim, wanting…something I refused to admit.This morning, he got thrown into a sparring match against Garren, the Grayfang heir. The boy was a mountain, broad and solid. Rowan tried. God, he tried. But three seconds in, he went down. He stumbled face-first into the dirt. Lips

Lyra’s POV. I emerged from the cave with every joint aching, every bruise still burning, every muscle screaming at me to stop. My stomach growled like a warning, and my throat felt raw from thirst. The white wolf of yesterday wasn’t waiting, which I took as either mercy or planning. I didn’t care. I had one goal: get back inside the Academy and remind Killian he couldn’t throw me away.I crept through the underbrush, ears alert, eyes scanning every shadow. Every snapped twig made me flinch. I had to move carefully, silently, like a ghost...except ghosts were apparently better at hiding than I was. My wolf nudged me, grinning in my head.“Step lighter, genius. Or do you want them to see the chaos that is you?”I muttered under my breath, “Funny. I’m thinking the same thing about you.”I ducked behind a dumpster near the kitchen wing. The smell of rotting food nearly gagged me, but the distraction worked in my favor. Two Alpha heirs came around the corner, sniffing and whispering about

Lyra’s POVI dropped the rope and let my hands fall uselessly at my sides, fingers twitching as if they no longer belonged to me. They trembled so violently I thought they might lock up completely. Every muscle in my body screamed in protest. My shoulders burned like fire had been poured into the joints. My arms felt stretched, torn, like they’d been yanked halfway from their sockets. My chest rose and fell in harsh, uneven pulls of air, lungs aching with every breath.I wanted...desperately...to collapse. To sink into the dirt and let the ground swallow me whole.But I didn’t.I forced my legs to hold me upright, even as they shook beneath my weight.The Alpha Heirs were staring.Not all of them. But enough.Enough that the weight of their attention crawled over my skin and twisted something ugly in my stomach. Mouths hung open. Eyes were wide and glassy. Some whispered to each other like they were afraid to speak too loudly, others shook their heads slowly, like they were trying to

Lyra's POV. The chanting finally broke, ragged breaths filling the dorm. The other heirs exchanged glances, muttered under their breath, and one by one, they started moving. I didn’t flinch as they shuffled toward the door. Eryk, Dax, and Jase lingered, eyes flicking back to me, hesitating like they expected something to change before finally giving up and leaving.Then the door slammed open, sharp, hard, and I froze. Killian.He stood there, broad, still, like a wall that had appeared out of nowhere. His eyes scanned the room in a slow, deliberate sweep. The room felt smaller suddenly, the air heavy with his presence.“Outside. All of you,” he barked. His voice was low, but it cut through every ounce of bravado in the room.The boys muttered, exchanged nervous glances, and left without another word, leaving the dorm empty except for us.Killian’s gaze landed on me like a vise. His shoulders were tense, fists clenched at his sides. His jaw flexed once, twice, and I didn’t look away.