All Chapters of Disguised At The Wolf Academy: Rooming With The Two Alphas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

THALIA I was going to fall.My fingers slipped against the wet stone ledge, the rain making everything slippery and far more treacherous. This was insane. This was absolutely insane.But I didn't let go.Instead, I gritted my teeth, adjusted my grip, and jumped down. The grey servant's dress I had stolen clung to my legs, the black mask hung around my neck, bouncing against my collarbone with each terrified movement. I almost fell sneaking out of my own house to attend my own brother's party. The absurdity of it, I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.The sounds of the party grew louder as I approached the ballroom. I hoped this outfit would help me do what I hoped to do best—avoid my parents. Neither of them wanted me here, they had made it very evident when I got locked up in my room. 'For my own protection' they had said. The ballroom had been transformed into something from a dream.I had never seen so many powerful wolves in one place. Alphas and their families, dressed in s

THALIA [ONE WEEK LATER] The leather trunk sat by the door, packed with everything 'Lucian Ashen' would need for his first semester at The Howling Spire. Formal uniforms, training clothes, books on wolf history, combat theory, and some hidden necessities of my own. I stood in front of the mirror in what used to be Lucian's room and barely recognized myself."This is a terrible, terrible thing."I turned to find both my parents standing in the doorway, my father with his arms crossed and Mother pacing like a caged animal recently released. She had been like this for days. Ever since the night of the Selection, when I had returned from the ceremony and confessed what I had done. We buried him in secret. In the family crypt and in an unmarked section where no one would look. Father had used his influence to ensure that the servants who helped were... compensated for their silence. Then the narrative that I, the runt daughter of the Ashen family, had permanently relocated abroad to hum

RAGNAR "We have arrived."The door swung open, and I heard the chauffeur's sharp intake of breath following his horrified gaze. I looked down at my unbuckled belt, my trousers pooled around my ankles in a bunched mess.Yeah. That probably looked bad.Before I could say anything, not that I owed anyone an explanation for my interrupted revenge, Lucian bolted. He practically threw himself out of the limousine like the vehicle was on fire, and took off running."What the actual hell was that?"The chauffeur cleared his throat awkwardly. His neck was flushed red with embarrassment. "Sir, I... should I...?"I yanked my trousers up and buckled my belt. "What are you waiting for? A memoir? Close the damn door and stop gawking."He practically scrambled to obey, shutting the door and scurrying back to the driver's seat like I might bite him. Which, honestly, wasn't entirely off the table at this point.Caleb shut his book and stepped out of the limousine with his usual effortless grace. "W

THALIA First trials weren't supposed to start until a week after arrival. That was the standard protocol. It was due process to give students time to settle in, to learn the layout of the academy, maybe attend a few introductory classes before throwing them into combat situations. So the reason why we were about to have a first trial now on our literal first day, within hours of checking into our dormitories was beyond my understanding.When Ragnar told me that this trial was going to be close combat, I nearly died on the spot.Close combat?How was I even supposed to do that? I had never fought in my life. I had watched Lucian spar with trainers, sure. I had seen duels at territorial gatherings. But I had never actually thrown a punch at someone who was actively trying to hurt me.If I went out there I would disgrace myself completely. It was either one of the two scenarios.One, I would get punched into eternal rest, or I would get cut somewhere and wouldn't be able to heal proper

THALIA'S POVI stared at my hands. They were glowing—actually glowing.Soft gold light pulsed beneath my skin, flickering over my fingers like sunlight trapped under glass, and for one horrible second I thought maybe I had died.Maybe Devon had hit me so hard with that bat that I was hallucinating.Because there was absolutely no logical explanation for why Devon Beaumont was currently on the ground screaming while both of his arms were bent at angles that arms definitely should not bend.And I had not touched him. I had not even gotten close. The entire arena had gone silent.Not normal silence, not awkward silence either but the kind of silence where you could hear every single person breathing.Devon’s screams echoed through the arena walls as he writhed on the floor, clutching his mangled limbs and shrieking curses so loud his voice cracked."What the FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!"My mouth opened, closed and then it opened again. "I—"Nothing came out. Because I had no idea. My gaze dar