Alpha Academy #2 Novels & Stories

I stand paralyzed at the altar. My body trembles, my heart heavy with anticipation and fear, my eyes dart nervously around, my fear grows with each passing moment. The projector continues to whir to life. The scene continues to unfold on the screen, and I watch in disbelief and terror as Alpha Trayton, several of his Betas and Gammas, and of course me, begin discussing elaborate methods to cause a car accident against the ‘nobody’ and her son and make them appear as a tragic accident. We speak of tampering with brakes, sabotaging steering systems, and creating dangerous distractions for them.

Ammy was sorely tempted to reach through the bars and pull Damon's waistcoat, slam the alpha's head against the bars but he refrained, choosing patience. Damon raised an eyebrow, smirking and the shadows caressed his handsome, scarred face. It was the first time Ammy had been so close to the alpha since throwing him through the balcony window and Ammy took a moment to take in the damage. He had too many small scars on his face to count, across his forehead, down his neck, scar tissue pulling his lips into a tight, permanent grimace, exposing one long alpha canine.

The undertone feels like mine, not the clothes, the scent, it's like a refurbished version of my scent, layered on chemicals, stripped of balance and authenticity. It makes my head throb, I'm about to throw up. As Rhea steps closer to him, the wrongness of it hits him. An Omega sweetness forged, he takes a step back without meaning to. Before he can speak. The announcer tests the microphone again. “Attention students. The Academy will close for one week, and winter Solstice Festival transport departs at dawn.” The Alphas erupts, laughter, shouting, relief. Rhea's smile snaps back into place instantly, excitement bright and practiced.

I bluffed boldly, using the same calm tone he had used on me moments ago. With a click of his fingers, he vanished, a grin plastered on that smug angel-like face. Unable to breathe this poisonous air for a second longer, feeling the world around us unfreeze, scooping Red up in my arms, I followed suit, teleporting us back to her apartment, dreading the conversation I had to have with her next! "Ace", she whispered as I lay her weary body down on her bed, smiling down at her weakly; her angelic face flushed with exhaustion and concern. Evidently, I wasn't doing as good a job as I thought at hiding the night's anguish from my face.

Alpha Logan: Alpha Logan leaves to catch up with his flight. After sitting at the airport shortly, trying to understand what happened between me and Logan; I go home. On getting home, I see everyone at the living room. My dad consoles my mom we cries uncontrollably. Mason sits on the couch with both hands buried in his hair and Clara rubs his shoulder. “Hi, everyone. Surprise?” As soon as my mom sees me, she runs to me and embraces me. “My baby, you were going to leave your family again weren’t you? And this time you weren’t going to let anyone contact you”

I excitedly shifted from one foot to another as Savenia began to come too. “How’d everything go? Does he miss you? What is going on back home?” I rapidly fired her with questions. “Whoa slow down. Apparently, everything is okay. And yes the entire circle misses us. The announcement has now been made, and from what I gathered is that they are preparing to open up the new Alpha Academy” Savenia said proudly and glowing for the first time in several long days. I knew it hurt her to walk away from Alec. Every day away from him had been pushing on her more and more. But then again it was doing the same thing to me. Each day I felt colder and more withdrawn. The only thing that had kept me from se

“I’m going to need more than a vague monosyllabic answer, Kade.” I exhaled, running my hands through my hair. “Caleb Langley is…” A douchebag, an asshole, the biggest dickhead to walk the face of the earth. “Not a good person,” I finished. Andrea raised a brow. “You know him?” I nodded. “We went to Alpha Academy together.” Andrea scoffed. “That’s not a real thing.” “What?” “There isn’t actually an Alpha Academy, right?” I rolled my eyes. “Yes, there is. Think of it as finishing school or business school, if you will. It’s for Alpha heirs. They teach you all you need to know to rule a pack and negotiate the politics between other packs. Every powerful Alpha has gone to one.”

“Alpha Blake, this is Tiana Lakeson. Tiana, this is Alpha Blake, an old friend. I'm sure everyone knows he's the cursed Alpha, but his curse was cured by his mate. " I reached out my hand, but the girl continued to stare at her phone without looking at me. "No damn signal," she said. "Like... Boring stuff." Glancing at Andrew, I let go of my hand and forced a smile. "Welcome to Werewolf Academy." The girl looked at him then. She has large gray-blue eyes bordered by too much eyeliner. She smoked a cigarette. "Werewolf Academy?" Strange name. Isn't that cuter? The rat waved his beard at me.

He gave a brief nod and walked away, already returning to his desk and arranging his papers as if our conversation had never happened. I left the classroom with the book pressed against my chest and checked my schedule. I had a break. My next class wouldn't start for another twenty minutes. Enough time to explore. I knew almost nothing about the academy beyond the corridors I'd already crossed, so I kept walking, paying attention to every sign and door and memorizing the layout. I hadn't gone far when a familiar voice reached me. “Looks like you’re doing well on your first day, little wolf.” Him again.

"Yeah, she's a student at the high school set up by the Alpha council members for their packs. I've got someone keeping tabs on her." "Alright, if you handle that girl, you've got us on board," Ace said, sealing the deal with a solid handshake. He headed towards his car, his beta and gamma right behind him, and they took off from the curb. The rest of the crew followed suit.I got back to my pack, taking a moment to let the agreement sink in. Once I was settled, I made a call, my eyes locked on the photos of Matt Salvador's mate that Landon had sent over. This was a make-or-break move, and nailing it was the linchpin of the whole plan. "Hey," I greeted once the call connected."I'm in. I'll st