บททั้งหมดของ Hidden Omega At Alpha Academy : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

MICAHThe first thing I learned about Black Ice Alpha Academy was that it didn’t care who you were.The second was that it could smell fear.The doors to the rink slid open with a hydraulic hiss, and the scent hit me instantly—raw Alpha dominance layered thick in the air like frostbite. Sweat, iron, ozone, wolf. My lungs locked for half a second before I forced myself to breathe normally.In.Out.Slow.I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, grounding myself as my boots stepped onto the concrete. The suppressants burned low and steady in my veins, like a warning flare that never went out. I took my dose an hour ago. Another one waited in my pocket, just in case.Just in case, if you lose control, you’re dead.Publicly, this place was called the World Hockey Academy—a factory for champions, Olympians, prodigies. Cameras loved it. Sponsors poured money into it. Parents bragged about it.Privately, it was something else entirely.Alpha Academy.An institution built to break wolves

MICAHThe next day, the ice felt narrower.Not physically.Instinctively.I noticed it the moment my skates touched the surface—how space collapsed faster, how eyes tracked me even when they pretended not to. The whispers hadn’t stopped overnight. If anything, they’d grown teeth.Word spread fast at Black Ice.Someone had hit me from behind.Ronan Farrow had intervened.No one said why.They didn’t need to.Alphas didn’t protect weakness. They crushed it—or let it be crushed. The fact that Ronan had stepped in at all was enough to make people curious. Curious was dangerous.Scrimmage teams were posted on the glass wall beside the rink. Names listed in stark black letters, dominance rankings woven carefully into each lineup. I scanned the list once, then again, my jaw tightening.My name sat right in the middle.Ronan’s was at the top.Opposite sides.A ripple went through the rink as players scanned the lists. Smiles sharpened. Anticipation crackled through the air like static before

MICAHThe dorms were quieter than the rink.That should have made me feel safer.It didn’t.Silence at Black Ice Alpha Academy wasn’t peace. It was an observation. It was the kind of quiet that listened, waited, remembered.We stood in the intake hall while names were called.Not all at once.Not fairly.Some were assigned immediately—high-tier sponsors, known bloodlines, obvious ranks. Their names echoed, doors opened, territories claimed.Others waited.I was one of them.“Micah Tyler”The room shifted.Not loud. Just enough.A few heads turned. Not recognition—assessment.“Dormitory C. Room 417.”No rank. No partner listed.Temporary.My jaw tightened as I stepped forward and accepted the keycard from the administrator. Her eyes lingered on me half a second too long before she looked away.Conditional placement, the card read.Evaluation status ongoing.The hallway outside my assigned room smelled like cold steel and restrained aggression. Every door was shut. Every plaque engraved