Impersonating My Brother At The Alpha Academy のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Killian’s POV. I didn’t even have time to shout a warning before the first scream ripped through the trees. One second I was staring at the treeline, smelling that foul, rotten scent of rogues, and the next, the forest literally exploded with fur and teeth. They didn’t come at us like a normal pack. There was no order. No honor. Just a wave of filthy, matted bodies throwing themselves at the heirs with a hunger that made my skin crawl. “Form up!” I roared, my voice cracking the air. “Heirs, to the center! NOW!” But they were too slow. These boys were used to padded mats and wooden training staffs. They weren’t used to the sight of a rogue with its jaw hanging off, eyes white with madness, lunging for their windpipes. I saw Laz...the arrogant kid from Duskclaw...get hit first. He didn’t even have his claws out. A massive, gray-black wolf slammed into his chest, the force of it knocking him flat onto the roots. I moved to help him, but another rogue intercepted me, snapping at

LYRA’S POVI walked down the hallway toward the dorms and the noise hit me before I even reached the door. It wasn't the usual sound of guys shouting or playing video games. It was different. It was the sound of people waiting.The second I pushed that heavy oak door open, the room went dead silent.Twenty pairs of eyes snapped to me. Some guys were sitting on their bunks, others were leaning against the lockers, but they all stopped what they were doing. The air in the room felt like a rubber band stretched way too tight."Look who it is," Dax said, standing up from his bed. He didn't have that annoying smirk on his face anymore. He looked unsure. Like he wasn't sure if he should bow or run.I didn't say anything. I just walked to my trunk and started unlacing my boots. My hands were still shaking a little, the white bandages around my palms looking gray and nasty from the dirt at the cemetery."Rowan," Eryk called out, his voice sounding weirdly formal. He walked over and stood a fe

LYRA’S POV. The Alpha’s hand was inches from my face. I could see the grit under his fingernails and smell the old tobacco on his skin. My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard I thought it might actually crack a bone.If he pulled this cap off, it was over. My face was too soft, my hair was too long...the lie would fall apart right there in the dirt.I didn't move. I didn't breathe."Wait," I said, my voice cracking just enough to sound like a nervous teenage boy.The Alpha stopped, his fingers brushing the brim of my hat. He tilted his head, a nasty grin spreading across his scarred face. "You got something to say, boy? A confession maybe?"I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked him dead in the eye. I had to be Rowan. I had to be the guy who just killed a rogue leader."You think my father is an idiot?" I asked. I let a little bit of a sneer into my voice. "You think he’d send his only heir to an Academy full of his enemies without a backup plan? The message he sent was

LYRA’S POV. The weight of the morning hit me before I even opened my eyes. My lips felt swollen, and my skin still felt like it was humming from where Killian had pressed me against that training bag. I had barely slept, and when I did, I dreamt of gold eyes and the smell of rain.I pulled my binder tight, ignoring the ache in my ribs, and threw on my oversized hoodie. I had to be perfect today. No slips. No soft looks.When I walked into the training courtyard, the atmosphere was like a coiled spring. The "Rowan and Killian are mates" gossip had turned into something else overnight. It wasn't just a scandal anymore; it was a spectacle.Killian was already there.He was standing in the center of the ring, shirtless despite the morning chill. The bandages on his shoulder were gone, leaving behind jagged pink scars that looked like lightning bolts. He was sparring with Dax and two other heirs at the same time. He was moving with a brutal, frantic speed, his fist hitting Dax’s ribs with

LYRA'S POVThe night felt like it lasted five minutes. Before I knew it, the sky was a dull, bruised gray and I was standing at the edge of the forest with a pack on my back. Silas was there, his horse stamping its feet in the cold air.Killian was standing next to him, looking like a warrior from the old stories. He had two long blades strapped to his back and a look of grim determination on his face."This is as far as I go," Silas said, looking at me one last time. He reached out and squeezed my shoulder. His hand was heavy, and I could feel the suspicion coming off him in waves. "If you see your father again, tell him I did my duty.""I will," I said, my voice sounding small in the vastness of the woods.Silas turned his horse and rode back toward the Academy, leaving Killian and me alone at the trailhead.The forest was thick and dark, the trees twisting together like gnarled fingers. I could hear the sound of the wind whistling through the pines, a low, lonely sound that made me