บททั้งหมดของ Say My Name, Alpha : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The main arena was a massive pit of sand and jagged rock, surrounded by towering stone walls. High above, rows of metal benches were filled with senior students and faculty members. The air smelled of dry dust, sweat, and the sharp scent of anxious Alphas. At the center of the pit stood Instructor Reyne. He was a broad-shouldered man with a scarred face and a cold, dark uniform. He held a heavy leather whip in his right hand, tapping it against his tall leather boots with a slow, threatening rhythm. "Welcome to your first physical evaluation," Reyne’s voice echoed across the dirt walls. "Ironclad Academy does not care about your wealthy families or your noble names. We only care about strength, speed, and endurance." He pointed his whip toward the far side of the arena. A terrifying obstacle course stretched across the dirt. It began with a high wall covered in thick mud, followed by a dark tunnel filled with sharp wooden stakes. After the tunnel came a set of heavy iron bars suspe

The midnight bell rang through the cold stone dormitories, its iron tone dying away into silence. Zade sat on the edge of his narrow wooden cot, staring down at a tiny piece of thin paper held between his trembling fingers. The note had arrived hidden inside his weekly uniform laundry, folded into a tight square. The ink was faded, but the handwriting was unmistakably his mother’s. It was written in the secret family cipher Lydia had taught him when he was just a child. Zade translated the symbols in his mind, his mouth growing dry with every word: The academy sent a official runner to our home today. The intake screeners are asking for your original childhood medical files. They noticed strange gaps in your blood work records. They are suspicious, Zade. Be careful. The shadows are closing in. Zade crushed the paper in his fist, his heart hammering against his ribs. He knew what those gaps meant. The black-market suppressants he used were powerful, but they altered blood chemistry

The sky suddenly split open. Giant drops of icy rain slammed down through the thick pine trees, soaking both boys in seconds. The freezing downpour washed away the sweat on Zade’s face. It gave him a few extra seconds to step away from Xander's intense stare. "Look," Zade gasped out, pointing through the heavy rain. "There’s a shelter." A short distance away sat an old, abandoned stone watchtower. Its heavy wooden door hung loosely on rusty hinges, but the thick stone walls were still strong enough to keep out the storm. Zade did not wait for a reply. He ran straight toward the tower, shoving the heavy door open and ducking inside. Xander followed right behind him, slamming the thick door shut to block out the howling wind. Inside, the air was pitch-black, dry, and freezing cold. The only sound was the loud thunder rumbling outside and the heavy rain drumming against the stone roof. Zade slid down the cold wall, dropping to his hands and knees on the dusty floor. His vision was

The large wooden noticeboard in the main courtyard was surrounded by a thick crowd of noisy students. Instructor Reyne stood near the center, his arms folded tight across his dark chest. Beside him, two academy guards held thick stacks of official transfer papers. "Listen up!" Reyne’s sharp voice cut through the cold morning air. "Due to recent security threats and barracks overcrowding, the administration has changed the living arrangements. Effective immediately." A quiet murmur ran through the crowd. "To build stronger discipline," Reyne continued coldly, "all top-ranked rivals will be paired together. You will share single-occupancy rooms in the elite wing. If you cannot live with your rival, you do not belong at Ironclad." Zade stood near the back of the crowd, his heart dropping into his stomach. He slowly turned his head to find Xander standing just a few feet away. Xander already had a slow, dangerous smirk spreading across his face, his blue eyes gleaming with dark trium

The heavy iron bell rang across the central training hall. Students lined the edge of the sand-filled combat pit, shouting and cheering as dust rose into the humid air. Instructor Reyne stood at the edge of the ring, his dark eyes scanning the crowd like a hungry hawk. He held a leather ledger in one hand, tapping a thick wooden baton against his boots. "Silence!" Reyne’s voice boomed off the stone walls. The student body fell quiet instantly. "Today is about pure, unassisted physical dominance. No weapons. No armor." Reyne looked directly at the crowd, a cruel smirk touching his lips. "Vale. Varyn. In the ring. Now." Whispers rippled through the audience as Zade and Xander stepped over the low wooden barrier into the pit. Zade’s body was still recovering from the potent black-market dose he had swallowed under Xander’s watchful, possessive eyes earlier that morning. The heavy medicine burned in his veins, but it gave him the strength he needed to keep his Alpha mask fully intact