Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha Academy: The Omega in Disguise : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Ronan's POVI watched Elias walk away down the hallway. He looked steady enough. Back straight, shoulders squared. Like nothing had happened.But I could still smell traces of his heat on my clothes. Faint, but there. Anyone with a sensitive nose would notice.I needed to shower and change before the meeting with Castellan.My phone buzzed again. Another message from my father.“Call me immediately.”I deleted it without responding.The shower was hot enough to hurt. I stood under the spray and let it wash away the exhaustion. I hadn't slept. Couldn't. Not with Elias in my bed, vulnerable and trusting me not to take advantage.The restraint had nearly killed me.My Alpha instincts had been screaming at me all night. Claim him. Mark him. Make him yours.But I'd held back. Because consent mattered, even when biology was involved.I got out and dried off. Clean clothes. Fresh shirt with no trace of Omega scent. I checked myself in the mirror. Dark circles under my eyes but otherwise fine

Elias's POVThe medical screening took an hour.Blood draw. Scent analysis. Physical exam. Questions about symptoms, exposure, anything unusual from the tunnels.I answered everything the way Ronan and I practiced. Kept my voice steady. My hands still.The injection was working. The technician frowned a few times at the scent analyzer results, but eventually marked me as cleared."You're good to go," she said. "Results will be filed with administration.""Thank you."I walked out of the examination room and headed toward the exit.Agent Mercer was still in the corner. Still watching.I didn't look at him. Just kept walking.Made it outside the medical wing and took my first deep breath in an hour.My phone buzzed. Ronan.“You passed?”“Yes.”“Good. Mercer interview is at noon. His temporary office is in the west administrative wing.”“I know.”“Meet me before. Eleven thirty. Training hall C. It'll be empty.”“Okay.”I had three hours until the interview. Three hours to prepare.Three

Ronan's POVMidnight couldn't come fast enough.I spent the evening in my suite, pacing. Making calls. Checking my resources.The lockdown changed everything. No students in or out meant no supply runs. No access to Dr. Senne. No emergency exits if things went bad.We were trapped.And Elias's next heat was coming in less than three weeks.I pulled out my laptop and opened the encrypted folder. Files I'd been building since the day I figured out what Elias was.Backup plans. Contingencies. Resources.I'd always known this day might come. The day when hiding wasn't enough anymore.My phone rang. My father again.I ignored it.He'd called six times since the lockdown announcement. Left three voicemails. All saying the same thing. Come home. Leave the Academy. This isn't your problem.But it was my problem. Elias was my problem.And I wasn't leaving him.At eleven forty-five, I checked the hallway. Empty. Most students were in their rooms. The ones who weren't were in the common areas, s

Elias's POVClasses resumed the next morning like nothing had happened.Like Director Hale wasn't missing. Like we weren't on lockdown. Like Agent Mercer wasn't investigating everyone.The Academy wanted normalcy. Or at least the appearance of it.I dragged myself to first period. Advanced Strategy. The professor talked about battlefield tactics while half the class stared out the window.No one was paying attention. Everyone was thinking about the lockdown. About going home. About when this would end.I couldn't focus either. I kept thinking about last night. About Kieran in the tunnels. About Dr. Senne's warning.Three weeks. Maybe less.My phone buzzed. Text from Ronan.“Combat training fourth period. Be ready.”I knew what that meant. Vale would be watching. Mercer might show up. We had to act completely normal.Second period dragged. Third period was worse.By fourth period, I was exhausted. The new suppressants were stronger but the side effects were hitting hard. Nausea. Dizzin

Elias's POVI didn't sleep that night.Couldn't stop thinking about Mercer. About the enhanced monitoring starting in the morning. About the tracking devices. About how close everything was to falling apart.Around three AM, I gave up trying to sleep. Got out of bed and paced my room.My suppressant dose was wearing off. I could feel it. The edges of my control starting to fray.I needed to inject again. But my hands were shaking too badly.The syringe slipped. Clattered to the floor. I stared at it.Couldn't even do this right anymore.I sat on the floor with my back against the bed. Tried to breathe. Tried to calm down.My chest felt tight. Like someone was sitting on it.Breathe. Just breathe.But I couldn't. The air wouldn't come.Everything was closing in. Mercer. Vale's suspicions. The surveillance. The tracking devices. Ronan's father threatening to show up.And my next heat was coming in two and a half weeks.Two and a half weeks until my body betrayed me again. Until I had to