Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man

Up close, his eyes were dark—too dark. And now that I could actually see his face, I had to admit… he wasn't bad-looking.

Scratch that. He was breathtaking.

The kind of guy that could make people trip over air just by existing. Sharp jawline, perfectly messy hair, and a face sculpted like sin itself. If I wasn't currently frozen with fear, I might've swooned.

Not that it would help me, because—oh yeah—I'm disguised as a guy. Which meant swooning would just make me look very gay.

Fantastic. Here I am, worried about being mistaken for a dude crushing on another dude, when the real problem might be that he's a freaking ghost.

Then, just when I thought things couldn't get weirder, he spoke.

"Wow… another one."

His voice was low, smooth, almost like he was talking to himself. Then his gaze flicked back to me, his expression unreadable.

"If I were you, I'd be running."

What. The. Hell.

Before I could even process that cryptic-ass statement, a loud thud echoed behind me. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest.

I spun around so fast I almost tripped—only to see a girl standing a few feet away, her books scattered all over the floor.

Just a student. Just someone passing by. Not a ghost.

I let out a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart. But when I turned back—

The guy was gone.

Vanished. Like he had never been there.

For a second, I seriously questioned my sanity. Did I hallucinate that? No. No freaking way. That was real.

Shoving down the lingering unease, I hurried over to help the girl pick up her books.

"Thanks," she murmured, blushing slightly as she looked at me. Then, hesitating, she glanced over her shoulder at the dark hallway. "I… I don't think you should be roaming around there."

Her voice was soft, but there was something in the way she said it—like she knew something.

I followed her gaze back to the corridor, the shadows swallowing up the place where the guy had been just moments ago. A cold shiver crawled up my spine.

Before I could ask her what she meant, she grabbed her books and started hurrying off.

"Hey!" I called after her, quickening my pace to catch up.

She stopped, turning back hesitantly, waiting for me to say whatever was on my mind.

I pulled out my class schedule, trying to shake off the weirdness still clinging to me. "Uh… do you know where this class is?"

Her eyes flicked to the paper, then back to me. "Oh, that's my class. Come on, I'll show you."

And just like that, she turned and walked off, leaving me no choice but to follow.

But as we left the hallway behind, I couldn't shake the feeling that I wasn't just walking away.

I was escaping.

So yeah, judging from where the class was, I don't think I would've ever found it on my own.

Heck, I still don't remember the way.

Sara led me through so many twisted corridors and turns that my brain felt like scrambled eggs. By the time we actually stepped into the classroom, I was convinced this university was secretly a labyrinth designed to keep students lost forever.

But hey—at least we made it before the professor. Small victories.

So, these are my brother's classmates, huh?

I took a quick scan of the room, slipping into undercover mode. Everyone here was a suspect. Every face, every shift in body language—it all mattered. Somebody in this room had to know something.

Sara—yeah, she finally introduced herself—rushed straight to the front and plopped into a seat.

Yeah, nope. As much as I appreciated her help, front seats were not my thing.

My twin? Oh, he would've loved it. He was a front-row, take-notes, answer-every-question kind of guy. But me? Never happening.

So I gave her a quick smile before making a beeline for the back.

The moment I passed the middle row, I felt eyes on me.

Students who had already settled in turned to stare, their expressions ranging from mild curiosity to full-blown who-the-hell-is-this mode.

And that's when I noticed something weird.

Most of the students were squeezed together in the front rows, like they were avoiding the back seats altogether.

At first, I brushed it off. Maybe they were all just geeky overachievers like my brother, the type that worshipped front-row seating.

Yeah. Sure.

Shrugging, I picked a seat at the far back, right against the wall.

And as I sat down, I couldn't shake the feeling that I'd just made a very bad decision.

Students kept trickling in, and—just like the others—they all crammed into the front rows like their lives depended on it.

Which was stupid.

The seats were already full, and yet they still hovered, looking around like the concept of sitting anywhere other than the front was physically painful.

And yeah, they kept staring at me.

Clark was right. This school is full of weirdos.

As I was processing just how creepy this whole place was, an old man strolled into the room. Thick glasses, white hair, the whole I've-been-teaching-since-the-dawn-of-time vibe.

Professor, I guess.

And judging by those glasses, there was no way in hell he could see this far back.

Perfect.

I hated teachers. Always had. I was already sliding into optimal napping position when the classroom door swung open again.

A group of four guys and one girl walked in.

And when I say girl, I mean badass.

Leather jacket. Combat boots. The kind of effortless I-could-kick-your-ass-without-trying energy I could respect.

Finally, some normal people— my kind of people

But nope. Red flag.

They walked straight to the back—my territory—but instead of sitting near me, they took the opposite side.

And then they smirked at me.

Not a hey-we-could-be-friends smirk.

A hey-you-look-like-our-next-entertainment smirk.

Yeah. Definite suspects.

Not that they intimidated me.

Well… except for one of them.

The guy who was clearly their leader.

Unlike the others, he didn't look remotely interested in whatever weird mind games they were playing. He just strolled in, sat down, and shut his eyes like he couldn't be bothered with existence.

And of course, because this damn campus seemed to hand-pick attractive people instead of actual students, he was stupidly hot.

I was still side-eyeing their group, mentally adding them to my watchlist of potential assholes, when—

A body blocked my view.

What the fuck?

I looked up, heart skipping a beat.

It was him.

The ghost guy.

Only this time, he looked very real.

And very pissed off.

His dark eyes locked onto mine with an expression that was a mix of fury and disgust.

And the worst part?

I hadn't even seen him enter the room.