A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 20: The Sweet Alpha.

Chapter 20.

"It’s not what you think..." Angela started to explain, but Alex didn’t even look at her.

"I didn’t see anything. I didn’t hear anything either. Alright?" he said flatly, walking into the classroom like nothing happened.

Her mouth stayed open for a moment, caught off guard by how cold he sounded. She kept wondering if he would tell Kaito? Would he tell anyone at all? But even if he did... what did it matter? After what happened on her first day, everyone already thought the worst of her. No one took her side. They all backed the Alphas.

"What are you doing here?" she asked suddenly, realizing a second too late how dumb that question sounded. After what happened with Hiro, her brain wasn’t working right. She felt stuck, embarrassed, angry.

Stupid Hiro. He put her in this mess and just walked away, leaving her to do the clean up.

"This is my class too. Form Two. I guess you got transferred," Alex replied as he sat down beside her.

Angela looked down at the seat he took. It had his name scratched into the side. The one she was sitting on? It said "Xavier." Great. Someone else’s seat. Like she didn’t already feel out of place enough.

"I was in Form Three in my former school, but they gave me Form Two when I got in," she said quietly.

"You’d have ended up in Form One if Kaito hadn’t stepped in," Alex muttered, adjusting his chair like it didn’t mean anything.

She blinked. "Why?"

"He wanted us to be in the same class. Said it’d be easier for me to help you out," he said, looking ahead.

Angela let out a short laugh, but there was no humor in it. She already hated that her admission was thanks to Kaito. Now she owed him even more? What was she supposed to do with that kind of debt?

"Do you know why he got me in at all?" she asked, rubbing the back of her neck, her voice lower now. The question had been eating at her. Same way it was clearly eating at Hiro too.

Alex shook his head. "No. Maybe it was just luck."

"You think so?"

"You don’t?"

Angela looked away, her voice barely a whisper. "No. I think this was planned."

"How?" he asked, clearly curious now.

Angela hesitated. Should she really be saying this to Kaito’s beta? It felt stupid to open up, but the words were already pushing at her chest, needing to come out.

brought me here for

a soft scoff as he dropped his backpack onto his lap and started pulling out books, placing them

but it’s not unusual around here. You’re just different

want me to just sit still and let them do whatever they want with

finally looked up. "I’m saying... what gets them going is the way you react. They enjoy watching you fight back. They want to

the noise of returning students filled the room. They came in laughing, chatting, and a few stopped by to greet Alex, like he was some kind of celebrity. Not a single one looked her way. It was like she didn’t

was charming and cool. Angela wasn’t. She knew she’d

seat she took was not in school, so she had no choice but to remain

introduce themselves. That part went okay, but then

students gave decent

But her?

didn’t even understand the question. Nothing made sense. She could feel her stomach sink, her cheeks warm

The kind that says, I

that hurt more than anything

cheeks burn with shame. The weight of all those eyes on her during class, the silent judgment, the whispers she couldn’t hear but felt anyway...it was crushing. She knew the mocking wouldn’t stop. They’d keep laughing at her, waiting for her next mistake. And if anyone dared to say it to her face, she was ready to fight back. She had to. It was the only way she knew how

she’d been holding. Her stomach growled so loud it hurt. She hadn’t eaten all day.

find something to

got a visitor," he said without looking away

the door.

Taros.

stomach. She didn’t know why. She barely knew him but seeing him there

to Alex as she

on time, Angel," Alex said

have to say it, but she knew what he meant. The next class was important,

school uniform, but his red tie stood out. It made him look different, powerful even. Maybe that’s what being an Alpha did, set you apart in

not to stare, but it was hard. He had this way of making her forget how miserable everything else

I thought

I’m starving," she said, a little too quickly, her

eyes on her. The stares were sharp, almost painful. If looks could kill, she’d already be on the ground. The

Angel?

wanted her gone. They

would treat her the same if he finds out that she was not

her head for days. But her stomach had other plans. It was empty, painfully so, and right now, food had to come first. Maybe later...after classes, she could find

building with the word "Mini Mart" written at the top. It looked decent, cleaner than she expected, but she still wished it was tucked away like the cafeteria. This place was too open. Anyone walking by could see her. The Academic Block wasn’t far either and she could see the building clearly from

pulling out a

for her in a long time. It made her feel seen, like she actually mattered. She sat down slowly and looked at him. He didn’t just