Hidden Omega At Alpha Academy
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 and rebuild them stronger. A hierarchy carved in blood, sweat, and enchanted ice. The rink beneath my feet was warded to withstand supernatural force—so Alphas could hit harder, skate faster, and fight without restraint.
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