All Chapters of Assassin of Alpha Academy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra’s POV “Welcome to Alpha Academy” Not trying to look at the Alpha any longer than necessary, we both muttered, “Thank you, Alpha.” This man is seriously creepy, but in an odd way, why did he look vaguely familiar? Shaking it off, I grabbed Rowan’s hand, and under the order of the commander, we disembarked from the armored car. The air was thick with male dominance, as if each one was trying to see whose dick was bigger. With Rourke standing in front, blocking us mostly from the gawking view of the bastard security guards, the Alpha was trying to assess us. We both had made sure to wear normal clothing, just shirts and blue jeans. Not the usual jumpsuit of the everyday adult worker in Aurelia, but also not the normal rags that some Aurelians could only afford, which would turn to shreds after washing a few times. But even with casual clothing, you could tell we had more weight and more muscle than the average human. “ I’m hoping you didn’t run into any trouble on

Lyra’s POV My fingers gently traced the lamented itinerary pressed against my hand. The glint of the plastic catches the fluorescent ceiling lights, listing the classes I’ll be attending this semester, arranged in a four-block system: Leadership Classes - Senior Block 1: Diplomacy - 8:30 AM Block 2: Tactics - 10:30 AM Lunch - 12:30 PM Block 3: History - 1:00 PM Block 4: Physical Training - 3:00 PM End of School - 4:30 PM *You may bring your unfinished lunch trays to your third block class. *Physical training class is your shortest period; please make sure to bring appropriate gear. *A nurse will be on standby for severe injuries. It was almost laughable that they offered a Diplomacy class when their understanding was so rooted in bloodshed and conflict. The Tactics class, however, I could exploit to my advantage—using it to penetrate their minds, understand their strategies in detail, and then turn their own plans against them—slamming the dagger in and twisting it deep.

Lyra’s POV I quietly slipped out of the bed, my senses alert as I observed that Rowan was taking his time. I swear, he could be more prissy than a woman. But then again, what I had said to him earlier, especially after us having sex, might have gotten him in his feelings more than he let on. Without bothering to knock, I pushed open the heavy, polished door of the bathroom and walked in like I owned the place. It was a luxurious retreat: double marble sinks gleaming under optimal lighting, a neatly organized towel closet with plush linen towels meticulously folded in perfect rows, and an enormous mirror spanning from wall to wall, reflecting every detail of the room. The shower was stunning, with intricate mosaic tiles that shimmered with subtle color and pattern variations, catching the eye. The hot water from the showerhead surged forth, filling the room with thick steam and making the entire bathroom feel like a personal sauna. I looked around, I knew for a fact that if I were

Lyra’s POV We sped through the snow-covered common areas, racing to building 101, where our first block class, Diplomacy, was held. We passed other students, their low growls threatening us at every turn. I guess all the others, along with the heirs, hated humans as much as we hated them. Opening the door to building 101, it went from a rustic brick vibe to something Rowan and I had never seen before. Room after room, we passed, was equipped with state-of-the-art technology we've never seen before. State of the Art Computers, projectors, screens, LED lights, and so much more that I couldn't process in the short amount of time I had to glance at them. Finally finding room 152, we were both out of breath. Looking at the clock on the wall, we had one minute to spare. “Thank God,” I muttered, trying to catch my breath. Looking at Rowan, I nodded and opened the door. The room was filled with chatter and students moving back and forth, but when they saw us at the entrance, we were

If I paced any more, whether in my human or wolf form, I might just wear a hole right through the floor of my study. Nearly forty-eight hours had passed since the humans arrived, and little had changed since their red-haired commander had fled the scene. Grabbing the whiskey bottle from my desk, I didn't even bother with a glass. I tilted it back, feeling the warm liquid burn as it slipped down my throat. It takes a lot for a werewolf, especially an Alpha, to get drunk — but tonight, I was determined. When I saw those two at the gates, they seemed... different. Too different. The others we'd encountered were scrawny, malnourished, submissive, and kept to themselves, yet they attended every class, no matter the circumstances. They stayed in the smallest dorms we had. That was the way we wanted them — submissive. But not these. They were staying in suites, arranged by their own council, rivaling those of our beloved heirs. They appeared to be humans who'd learned a thing or two fro