A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 22: The General Board.

On her way back, Angela spotted Stales standing in front of her classroom, clearly waiting for her.

"We have the same class," he said with a grin.

Angela blinked, caught off guard. "What? They’re putting form three and form two in the same class?" That didn’t happen at her old school. Things were definitely different here.

"What class is it?" she asked as she headed down the corridor toward the West wing where her locker was. It was right next to Alex’s. She grabbed an exercise book and a pen, but Stales let out a laugh and gently pushed them back into her locker.

"You won’t need those," he said. "We’ve got combat class. That’s why they combined the forms."

"Combat class?" Angela stared at him. That was definitely new. Her old school didn’t even allow rough play, let alone actual fighting. But instead of being scared, she felt a thrill rush through her. "Finally, something in this school I might actually enjoy."

"Really?" a familiar voice said behind her.

She jumped and spun around. "Alex! Can you not do that?"

Her hand flew to her chest. He always moved so quietly. It reminded her too much of his alpha, strong, silent, and unpredictable. The way he just appeared out of nowhere made her nerves jump.

"You scared us, man," Stales said, frowning a bit. He knew Alex, of course. Everyone did. Top of the form two class, Alpha Kaito’s trusted beta. Stales had always wished he could trade places with him.

Alex didn’t respond to the comment. His tone was cool as ever. "Stop acting like girls. Come on, the ranking board just got updated for the whole school. We’ve got to check it before combat class starts."

With that, he turned and walked off, leaving Angela and Stales staring after him.

Angela shook her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. This school was nothing like she expected and she kind of liked that.

"Fine, I’ll close my locker and come," Angela said quickly. She shoved it shut and turned to follow them. For a second, her eyes lingered on the box inside...the new phone she hadn’t even opened yet. Her first ever. But there wasn’t time for that now. Maybe later.

as a quiet crowd toward a room that buzzed with chatter. On the far wall stood a giant black board... so big it looked like something you’d see on a highway billboard. But instead of ads, it was covered in names. Dozens of them, maybe

her as they stopped in front of it.

one. That shocked her...he didn’t exactly scream ’model student’ when they met. Right below him

the back and cheer like he’d won a prize.

to Stales and whispered,

each subject," he explained, "but also on news rankings. You know, the stuff going around the

eyes widened. "Wait, what? So my little drama

nodded. "Exactly. He’s holding it for now. But someone else could

here felt upside down. Back at her old school, it was all about exams and classwork at the end of the term. But in this place, the All-Boys Academy had

his phone. "History class results just dropped in the group chat," he said, his voice calm like

check hers. Her stomach turned the moment her eyes found her

heart sank. An

bit her bottom lip, trying to hold it together. Deep down, she already knew she wouldn’t be near the top, but a part of her had hoped... just a little. Why had she let herself believe she might have

to Alex and turned to the general ranking board. Hundreds of

found mine!" Stales said with a grin. "Three hundred and five.

"Congratulations." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper. She was genuinely happy for him, but she couldn’t stop the sting

yours. I bet it’s not too far off," Stales said, scanning the

and pointed to her name. "You’re ranked one hundred

nodded slowly. At least there was something working in her favor. But then she asked the question that

between five hundred and fifty to seven hundred, you’re out. They’ll be sent home at the end of the

meant she had to rise—and fast. She had left everything behind to be here. Her home. Her past. Her secrets. Going back wasn’t

day, it would be on her

than two minutes, she spotted

seven hundred and

the bottom. Even with her news ranking helping a little, she was still hanging on by a thread. One wrong

let out a long breath, trying to