A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 11: The Initiation II

Her eyes snapped open, and the first thing she saw was him. Alpha Hiro, with the same calm, unreadable smile on his face like nothing ever shook him. Angela’s head throbbed, a dull ache pressing behind her eyes. For a second, she wondered if she was dreaming. Why was he standing so close? Was he still watching her? Still mocking her in silence?

He had to be insane just like everyone said.

"Thank God you’re awake," Stales said quickly, his voice laced with worry as he leaned closer. He looked genuinely scared, like he had been preparing to lose her forever.

Angela gave him a weak, painful smile, though her heart was anything but calm. Deep down, a part of her wished she had stayed unconscious. At least then, she wouldn’t have to face Alpha Hiro again. She was sure he’d hurt her. Maybe not here, not now, but he’d come for her the way Renn did. There was no doubt about it.

But instead, Hiro simply walked past her. He said nothing. Just turned and strolled toward a group of boys dressed in black like him. That was it. No threats. No smirk. No revenge.

She blinked, confused.

"How long was I out?" she asked, turning to Stales.

"Since you stepped into this academy," he said dryly.

Angela rolled her eyes and tried to sit up. "No. I mean since I fainted."

Stales looked sheepish. "Oh. Right. Just a few minutes, I think. We used water to wake you." He pointed at the jar sitting beside her. It was nearly empty now.

That’s when she noticed the cold creeping into her skin. Her clothes clung to her. Her hair felt heavy. They had poured water on her. Not a little splash...no, they soaked her like she was a dying plant. Seriously?

She shivered and frowned. Is this how boys did things? No gentleness, no care? Just dump a whole jar and hope for the best?

Then panic hit her like a slap. Her hair. Was it still in place? If it got too wet, too messy, someone would notice. Someone would figure it out.

Her hands flew to her head in a rush, trying to fix what she could. Her heart pounded hard in her chest. This school would destroy her. Mentally. Emotionally. Everything was already falling apart and it hadn’t even been a full day.

"You looked cute though," Stales said suddenly, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he looked away, a little shy.

Instead of feeling flattered, Angela felt her stomach twist. That word cute was dangerous. Her mask was slipping, and if anyone noticed, it would all be over. They would know she wasn’t a boy. They would know she didn’t belong here. Fear flared in her chest, but she forced herself to stay calm, even though her heart was racing.

"I’m not cute," she said sharply as she stood, brushing sand off her soaked clothes. Her voice came out harder than she meant, but she didn’t care. Around them, the students were still laughing, still playing their ridiculous games like nothing had happened. Not one of them had checked on her when she fainted. She could have dropped dead and they wouldn’t have blinked. That was the kind of place this was.

"There’s nothing wrong with telling your fellow guy that he’s cute," Stales said gently, watching her with those kind eyes of his. "I mean, you are."

Angela frowned. "That’s gay," she mumbled. The words sounded strange coming out of her mouth, but she had heard them before...so many times. Back in her old school, the boys used that word like it was something bad. They didn’t cry, didn’t hug, didn’t show anything soft, because softness meant weakness. Softness meant shame. But now that she thought about it, what was so wrong about it? Why did they make it sound like a curse?

But Stales didn’t seem to care about any of that. And she had noticed how the boys here acted. They touched each other, joked, hugged without shame. There was no fear in their affection. Maybe this place was wild, but at least it wasn’t fake.

"We’re friends," Stales added. He stood too, holding the jar in one hand. "There’s really nothing wrong with it. The boys here don’t care. I don’t care either. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t say it again."

Angela looked at him for a moment. Really looked. He was taller than her by at least three inches. His skin had a warm caramel glow under the firelight, and his eyes were soft, kind, honest. He was handsome too, but not in the dangerous way the Alphas were. Stales felt safe.

She looked away quickly. Her heart wasn’t ready to trust anyone just yet.

distance. Her eyes scanned across

on purpose...he just had that effect. There was something soft in the way he acted around her. Maybe that was just who he was. Or maybe he saw something in her she didn’t

stare was sharp and bitter. It was like he wanted to rip her apart

at her, like he had been the whole time. Watching her. Studying her. And that look in his eyes—it wasn’t playful. It was something else. Something dark and unpredictable. She didn’t know what was going on in his mind, but whatever it was,

gaze finally landed

wasn’t even looking at

turned slightly, resting against his hand. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the arm of his seat, lost in thought. He looked cool and distant. Like someone had ruined his day. And Angela had a terrible

attacked. He didn’t have to, but he did. Why? Why did he help her? Was it just because they were roommates? Or

he knew she was Angela, the same girl who

She shouldn’t be letting these Alphas get under her skin. She had been through

up again.

to the fire. It crackled quietly while four students took turns with bows and arrows, aiming at a board to show

can shift into different forms like wolf, lion, fox, even a bird.

made sense now. That strength... that control. No wonder he had lifted her like she weighed nothing. If Kaito hadn’t stepped in earlier, Renn might’ve crushed her just to prove a point. A

to rapidly recover from injuries. He can withstand severe injuries, regenerate

she could stop it. She smiled softly, thinking about the way Taros had looked at her earlier, how he had offered to take away her pain if she learned her lesson. He wasn’t just powerful. He was kind... at least to

His brow lifted and his voice dipped

cheeks warmed. She looked away. "I’m not

of the Alphas are gay, you know. It’s a shame. I can see you falling for one

not falling for anyone. And I’m not gay

if I was, right?" she added

But just so you know... the Alphas definitely like girls.

But then again, Grace once told her the ones who smile the most are the biggest heartbreakers. Maybe she was being foolish again, letting the girl

asked, "What about

the lord of tricks. He has illusion powers. He reads

Was it still safe? If Hiro could see through illusions... could he

He doesn’t use his powers unless he wants to

worse," Angela muttered, eyes wide. "That’s

your secret safe from him, you need to stop thinking about it when he’s around," Stales said, his voice low

shifted toward the Alphas, her stomach tightening.

following her gaze. "None

really admire him. You want to know why everyone’s scared of him? Even the staff? Honestly, I think he’s scared of

dramatic whenever Kaito came up. He always did. The boy practically worshiped her roommate, though she still couldn’t understand why. To her, Kaito was cold, arrogant, and way too

raising a brow. She already knew the answer because of the

ear. "He can control the elements like wind, water, earth, even electricity.

back to Kaito. He sat there like a king on his throne, calm,

made sense. Why he acted like the world revolved around him.

roommate had the power to destroy or save the world with just a thought. No wonder people feared him. He wasn’t just another Alpha. He was something more. Something

began, her voice barely above a whisper. "That

serious now. "Yeah. That was nothing, too. Kaito can

swallowed hard. A chill slid down her spine. She had to be more careful than ever

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