A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 6: Her Hot Roommate II.

Angela froze.

Her breath hitched as she stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and horrified. A scream escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Why was he naked?

No one told her that sharing a room with a guy meant she’d be welcomed by six feet of bare, muscular, dripping-wet Alpha. Did boys normally act this way? He walked out of the bathroom like he owned the place—without even bothering with a towel. Like modesty didn’t exist in his vocabulary.

Angela’s heart slammed against her ribs. Not just from shock—but from the insane, unfair attractiveness of the man before her.

This couldn’t be real.

When Stales told her she’d be rooming with the West Pack Alpha, a dozen worst-case scenarios had crossed her mind—but this was nowhere on the list.

"You can turn around now," came a low, gravelly voice.

She could hear him moving. A towel rustling. The floor creaking beneath his feet.

Still covering her face with both hands, Angela peeked between her fingers and turned around slowly. He had wrapped a towel around his waist—barely. It was better than before, but not by much.

And damn it... he was gorgeous.

Tall, with perfectly sculpted muscles that looked like they’d been carved from stone. Drops of water slid down his abs as he dried himself off lazily. His skin glistened under the dim light. His jawline was sharp, and his damp dark hair curled slightly at the ends. But it was his eyes that caught her off guard—gray and piercing, like storm clouds ready to erupt.

She swallowed hard.

This was bad. Her roommate was the sexiest man she’d ever seen. And worse—he was Kaito, the Alpha of the West. The one everyone said to avoid at all costs.

he muttered, his expression twisting into a frown. "Stop acting like

to yell—I am a girl, you idiot! And you’re the stupid

didn’t. Stales’ voice echoed in her head—Stay out of trouble. Especially with

herself to speak. "I—I didn’t know

Kaito said, rubbing his neck with the towel. "Were you expecting to walk in on a

was ten degrees

clearly unimpressed. "Settle in before six. I bet you

"Late?" Angela echoed.

the welcoming ceremony." His tone was flat, but not exactly rude this time.

to reply, but he

her. "I tried to set up the room on short notice. I’ll fix the rest as

slowly, still trying to process everything. When she first walked in,

around now and realized how weird it was that he’d mentioned "arranging the room." There was only one bed, though big enough for three people

lined the wall—stacked with what looked like sixty pairs of shoes. For a second, Angela thought it was

a giant four-door wardrobe. Kaito had already taken over three of the doors. He’d left her just one. It was enough, though. She

unpacked quietly, folding the few uniforms she’d been given earlier that day by the uniform master. She placed them neatly inside

done, she grabbed her towel and headed into the bathroom, giving Kaito the space to

Honestly, he didn’t even seem to care. But for her sanity—and her

breath of relief. She peeled off her clothes and slowly untied the tight wrap around

aching. Her back throbbed from keeping up

touched her face and frowned. Could she really keep this up?

face. It helped a little, calming her nerves. But as the water ran down her

surrogate to the West Pack—was now staring

time, she wasn’t

meant to be used. She

him, to the whole school...