Hidden Omega At Alpha Academy
As a male Omega, stepping onto the ice was never supposed to be my dream.
Hockey belonged to Alphas—strong, dominant, born to conquer both the rink and everyone on it. Omegas like me were meant to stay hidden, protected, controlled.
But hiding had never been enough.
The World Hockey Academy was the only place powerful enough to shield my identity, the only place my adoptive father—its Dean—believed I could survive. To the public, it was an elite sports academy. To those like me, it was a prison disguised as opportunity.
To them… it was Alpha Academy.
From the moment I arrived, I swallowed suppressants like oxygen. Every breath had to be measured. Every movement controlled. A single slip—one flare of Omega scent—and I would be exposed.
I had to skate like an Alpha.
Fight like an Alpha.
Bleed like one.
On the ice, weakness wasn’t forgiven.
That was when I noticed him.
The strongest Alpha in the academy. The storm everyone feared. His presence alone made my knees weaken, my instincts scream in panic and hunger all at once. His golden eyes tracked me every time I touched the puck, sharp and suspicious, as if he already sensed something was wrong.
During practice, we crashed into each other.
The impact sent us both sprawling across the ice—but it was his hand gripping my jersey, his scent crashing over me, that shattered my control.
My suppressants burned uselessly in my veins.
His lips curved slowly, dangerously, as he leaned close enough for his breath to brush my ear.
“Funny,” he murmured, voice low and certain.
“For an Alpha… you smell like prey.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
If he figured it out, everything would end.
And yet—
my Omega instincts whispered something far worse.
I wanted him closer.