All Chapters of Alpha Academy: The Omega in Disguise : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elias’s POV The first rule of survival is control.Never flinch. Never fold. Never let anyone see you break.But rules meant nothing when Ronan was in the same room.He didn’t even have to speak; his presence was enough. Every time he entered the space, the air shifted; thicker, heavier. The Alphas around him stood straighter without realizing it. The Betas lowered their eyes. And me? I just tried to breathe like I belonged there.We were in tactical theory again. The rest of the class scribbled notes while the instructor droned on about strategy patterns and leadership dominance cues. I didn’t hear a word. Ronan sat one row behind and two seats to the left. Close enough that his scent edged past my suppressants, barely restrained, sharp with something wild underneath.Every instinct I had screamed danger. And something else I didn’t want to name.When the bell rang, I gathered my things fast, hoping to slip out before he…“Arden.”Too late.I stopped, turned halfway. “What?”He stoo

Elias’s POVThe night pressed in close.Aurelion Academy was never truly quiet, but after curfew, it pretended to be. The corridors hummed faintly with power lines buried under steel. The light panels dimmed to half-strength. Beyond the dorms, the glass hallways overlooked a city that glittered cold and endless, a cage pretending to be a skyline.And still, I couldn’t breathe.My collar had started to vibrate faintly again, a low, warning buzz just under the skin. It wasn’t supposed to. I’d dosed this morning. I’d doubled my intake. But Ronan’s scent had messed with my balance again. His proximity… the way his dominance filled a room until it crawled under my skin.Every time he got close, the suppressant burned through faster.Every time he looked at me, the mask slipped a little more.I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the injector lying on my desk. The blue light on the side blinked in steady intervals, the kind of rhythm that made my pulse sync with it if I wasn’t careful.Ju

Ronan’s POVSleep didn’t come that night.I told myself I wasn’t thinking about him, that my mind was just working through the day’s chaos but the truth was harder to ignore. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way he flinched when I said his name. The way his pupils had blown wide with fear.Elias.The name shouldn’t have meant anything. And yet it did.It wasn’t on any student registry, not under Arden, not anywhere in the academy’s protected archives. And that was what kept me awake. Because at Aurelion, nothing went undocumented. You could trace every cadet back to their bloodline, their sponsor, their genetic clearance; every detail logged, categorized, sterilized.Everyone but him.By the time dawn cut through the skyline, I was already in the west data wing, a place most cadets didn’t even know existed. Being ranked high had its privileges. So did having an uncle on the governing board.The archive’s lights flickered cold and sterile. Rows of holographic screens hovered in s

Elias’s POVThe infirmary ceiling was a blur of white.It wasn’t until the sharp antiseptic smell hit my nose that I realized I was awake, not in my bunk, not in the training hall, but lying flat on a medical cot with my pulse thundering in my ears.My collar was humming.Not its usual soft buzz, but an angry, vibrating throb against my throat.Someone had touched it.Someone had dragged me out of the floor and into the light.Someone had seen too much.My fingers jerked upward, instinctively reaching for the device locked around my neck, the cold metal branding my skin. Pain lanced through my hand the moment my fingertips brushed the seams.“Don’t,” a voice said sharply.Not cold, Not clinical, Not hostile.Just… steady.I froze.I knew that voice.My eyes flicked sideways, and there he was leaning against the wall like he’d been there for hours, arms crossed, expression unreadable.Ronan. Of course it was him.He looked different in the infirmary light shadows cutting along his jaw,

Ronan’s POVElias hadn’t answered a single thing I asked the night before, but his silence said more than words.He was losing control, and he was terrified.That part stunned me more than anything. Eli Arden didn’t get scared. I’d watched him face instructors, Alphas twice his size, combat finals that shredded half a squad… but that flicker in his eyes last night?That wasn’t fear of me.It was fear of himself, and fear of being seen.Which meant my suspicions weren’t just suspicions anymore. Elias wasn’t slipping. He was drowning. And I was irritatingly the only one who even noticed.Morning drills were routine, mechanical, predictable. Except he wasn’t.Arden moved through the combat formation with his usual sharp precision, but everything about him was… off. Slightly too quick. Slightly too stiff. Slightly too aware.Like he was listening for something inside his own body.His eyes kept flicking to exits, shadows, faces too often to be casual. He kept shifting his weight like every