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.

goddess’ sake," he muttered, his expression twisting into a frown. "Stop acting like you saw a ghost. You’re acting like a girl. A

She wanted to yell—I am a girl, you idiot! And

she didn’t. Stales’ voice echoed in her head—Stay

her pride, she forced herself to speak. "I—I

Kaito said, rubbing his neck with the

face flushed with heat. Her palms were already sweaty, and it felt like the room was ten degrees hotter

in before six. I bet you don’t want to be late on

"Late?" Angela echoed.

we’re holding the welcoming ceremony." His tone was flat, but not exactly rude

reply,

he said, surprising her. "I tried to set up the room on short notice. I’ll fix

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

only one bed,

with what looked like sixty pairs of shoes. For a second, Angela thought it was a store. What did one guy need with

was a giant four-door wardrobe. Kaito had already taken over three of the doors.

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

done, she grabbed her towel and headed into the bathroom,

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

Angela locked the door behind her and let out a breath of relief. She peeled off her clothes and slowly untied the tight

were sore, her ribs aching. Her back throbbed from

and frowned. Could she really keep this up?

the tap and splashed cold water on her face. It helped a little, calming her nerves. But as the water ran down her skin, she looked at herself

as a surrogate to the West Pack—was now staring

time,

meant to be

him, to the whole school... she was