A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 58: A Fucking Red Dress!

Kaito could tell something was wrong with her, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly. He told her to rest and left for Taros’ place. She nodded, pretending to be fine, and watched him walk away.

As soon as the door closed, Angela brought out her phone and stared at the screen. It was almost time to meet Renn. She wouldn’t have gone if he hadn’t found out her secret.

Out of fear of being exposed, she had no choice. She had to deal with him.

Angela glanced at the mirror. She was in an oversized shirt and loose trousers. The message had told her to look hot. She frowned. The idea of putting on a dress just to see Renn made her sick. Maybe he would like it, but her? She hated the thought of it.

They were never friends. He had never been kind. Now he wanted her to act normal around him? Like nothing had happened? That wasn’t going to happen.

She would show up in the same clothes she wore every day. If he dared to talk about it, she would remind him there were no female clothes in an all-boys academy. And that was true. Every single uniform she had gotten was meant for a boy.

Angela ran her hand through her short hair, trying to calm herself. Something told her that things were about to change. Maybe Renn would expose her. Maybe he would go to Principal Valois. The only way to stop him was to agree to whatever he wanted.

She reached the door but didn’t open it right away. The thought of giving in to his demands made her feel sick. What if he asked for something she couldn’t give? Something too big to risk? What then?

She finally stepped out and shut the door behind her. Her steps were slow at first as she moved down the stairs, her mind spinning.

A part of her wanted to turn back, wait for Kaito to return. Maybe she could tell him everything. Maybe he would understand.

But Kaito was hard to predict. He had been kind lately, but what if he changed the moment he learned the truth? What if he handed her over to the principal? West House couldn’t afford to lose another point. He might not take that risk for her.

and picked up her pace, heading straight for the path that led to the East House. Her mind was full of thoughts. How was she going to convince Renn to keep her secret? He was so annoying. One moment he acted like a sweet person, and

buzzed, dragging her out of her thoughts. It was a message from him.

late, Babe, or there

street. She was already stressed, and instead of calming her nerves, he was sending messages just to annoy her. She was on her way already. There was still time. What was his

House, praying no one would notice her. But things never worked out easily for her. A few senior boys were standing outside, chatting loudly. She didn’t greet them. She didn’t even look their way. She just walked past quietly,

floor and stood in front of his door. She knocked once, then stood still, waiting. Her eyes drifted to the open space beside the stairs. The

dark thought crossed her mind. What if she pushed him down when he came out? Just one push, and it would all be over. She chuckled quietly at herself. It

He was her mate, after all, and despite how

any Alpha. He had powers. Real powers. If he caught a hint of her thoughts, he

and cursed herself under her breath. How could she even think of something so

had touched it. It just opened

for her inside that room,

seated at a table set for two. He wore a black top and trousers, his red hair falling slightly over his face, giving him that dangerous look that made her heart skip even when

it wasn’t just the way he looked. It was how he sat—relaxed, his arms crossed, like he owned everything around him. He wasn’t even sitting properly. It was as if he was showing off on purpose. Angela found herself wondering why he didn’t just lie on the bed instead. It would have

dark glasses rested loosely on his nose, and a toothpick sat between his lips. She tried not to pay attention to how hot he looked, but it was hard to ignore. He reminded her of a rebel biker she once saw in a movie—someone reckless, bold, and too sure of

beds, a wardrobe, and a fridge. There were a few other things she didn’t care about, but the table caught her eye. Two empty glasses stood beside a wine bottle whose name she couldn’t make out. Two plates lay upside down with cutlery placed neatly beside them, and a single rose rested on the table right in front

this? He was acting like the perfect host, but she

Alpha," she said, standing near the door, waiting for

didn’t respond. She tried to read his expression, but the glasses made it hard

here," she added

finally, his deep voice cut through the air,