A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 18: A Big Bad Wolf.

Angela froze the moment he stepped into the classroom. A cold shiver crept down her back like ice water. She wished someone...anyone...would barge in and interrupt them. But even if they did... would it stop Hiro? Yesterday, only Kaito and Taros had been able to pull him back.

"Well, well... look who we have here," Hiro’s voice filled the silent room as he strolled in, eyes gleaming like he already knew her thoughts. He walked right up to her and perched casually on the desk in front of hers. "How are you, Angel?"

Angela narrowed her eyes, trying to ignore the way her stomach twisted. She cleared her throat, refusing to show fear. "You left me in perfect shape last night, so yeah... I’m very very fine."

"Ouch," Hiro laughed softly, leaning back with a grin. "I wish a girl had said that to me. Would’ve meant a lot more." His smile didn’t reach his eyes. For a moment, he closed them, like he was replaying something in his head. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to know.

Angela couldn’t help but wonder if everyone here was insane and if she was the only one clinging to reality.

"I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re thinking," Hiro said suddenly, eyes snapping open.

Her heart jumped. He heard that? She remembered what Stales had warned her about. Hiro could read minds, but only if she thought of something specific while he was nearby. She cursed herself silently.

"Stales?" Hiro raised a brow, his tone sharp. "Who’s that?"

Angela’s breath caught. She looked away, fists clenched. She wanted to punch him, to wipe that smug look off his face but she couldn’t. He was stronger than her. The big bad wolf.

"I like that," he said with a chuckle, brushing his fingers through his hair. "Big bad wolf... fits me, don’t you think?" Then he leaned forward slightly. "Why are you here?"

Angela shot him a look. "I should be asking you the same thing."

only he knew the rules to. She could already feel her patience slipping. They were heading down the same path

in the cafeteria with the others," Hiro said. "It’s breakfast

how quiet the building was. She hadn’t even

Hiro crossed his arms, nodding to himself. "Interesting. I came here to ask you a few things. If you answer them

and looked out the window, hoping someone would walk past, hoping she wouldn’t have to deal with him alone

it looked like she

it. That kind of drama would only drag her deeper into trouble, and right now, she needed to

low profile?" Hiro raised a brow, clearly amused. "Now that’s interesting. I like where this is

liked it. This was probably a game to him, and she felt

stop reading my thoughts," she snapped. "Or I swear, this conversation

his head. "Alright. I won’t read your mind. But you better talk. How

him," Angela said before she could stop herself. "He’s just my roommate, nothing

fading. "You don’t hate him, though. I know you don’t. You can stop pretending. Last night, I heard you. You were thinking of him. When you needed help, when you were

opened, but no words came out. She didn’t care about Kaito... did she? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. But how could she

Hiro pressed, his voice low but firm. "I

Kaito?" she said, forcing herself to stay calm. "You two have known each other for years. He should be the one to answer all your stupid

softly, shaking his head. "No, he won’t tell me. Not when it comes to you. You’re different. You’re special to him. That’s why I came to you. And make

her eyes and scoffed. "You’re not going to get anything out of me. I’ve never met Kaito before this school. We don’t talk much. We’re not related.

it with conviction, but deep