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.

the path that led to the East House. Her mind was full of thoughts. How was she going to convince

her out of her thoughts. It was a message from him. She rolled

late, Babe, or

street. She was already stressed, and instead of calming her nerves, he was sending messages just to annoy her. She

with the anger boiling inside her, Angela didn’t slow down. She kept moving until she arrived at the East 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

door. She knocked once, then stood still, waiting. Her eyes

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 would solve everything. No more threats.

him. He was her mate, after all, and despite how twisted everything felt, there was still a strange

If he caught a hint of her thoughts,

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

the door creaked open. No one had touched it. It just

Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No matter what was waiting for her

a table set for two. He wore a black top and trousers, his red hair falling slightly over his face, giving him that dangerous

even sitting properly. It was as if he was showing off

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

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

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

door, waiting for him

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

she added

silence. Then finally, his deep voice cut