A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 124: Who Is Marcus?

He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. He looked like he could be in his early thirties, but that was only if he was human. With him it was hard to tell. His brown eyes locked on her as if he was searching for something familiar, as if he was trying to match her face with a memory buried in his mind. He was tall, his body hard with muscles that made her skin prickle and her stomach twist.

Unlike the others, he did not wear a suit. Instead, he had on a long sleeve shirt that stretched across his chest, making him look even broader. His black trousers clung to his frame, every line of his body revealed in a way that made her uneasy. Around his neck hung a gold chain, holding a small glass bottle filled with a red liquid that seemed to boil and stir as though alive.

The principal gave a small nod, confirming Angela was the person he was searching for. "He is the last student we admitted. If you wish, we can begin the process."

"I would agree," Marcus said slowly, his voice deep and calm, "but I cannot be sure this is the one I am meant to see." He began walking toward her, each step deliberate. When he passed close, her chest tightened and her heart missed its rhythm. She tried to catch his scent, hoping it would give her a clue about what he was, but it was mixed, clouded, impossible to read.

Then he circled back, and this time stopped behind her. Her whole body stiffened as he leaned close, his breath brushing the back of her neck. What was he doing? Her hands curled at her sides. Every instinct screamed to push him away, to snarl and bare her teeth, but she couldn’t. She had to control herself. If she slipped, if her anger showed, they might discover the truth—she was a werewolf.

"Your scents are heavy," Marcus whispered, his voice grazing her ear. "So many of them cover you."

"What did you expect?" Angela snapped back before she could stop herself. "I live with werewolves. Should it surprise you that I carry their scents?"

Marcus chuckled, the sound low and amused. "The boy is stubborn, I can sense it." He stepped in front of her again, eyes studying her as though he saw straight through her mask. Angela’s pulse raced, panic rising. It felt as though he knew, as if her secret had been exposed.

"I like him," Marcus announced with a small smile.

her voice sharper than she meant. The others with him stirred, ready to move closer, but Marcus lifted his right

stood there, calm and unshaken, his presence heavy and commanding. He was acting like a king, and

nonsense?" Principal Valois snapped, her voice sharper now, more annoyed than the man she

his eyes still on Angela. "Go ahead, say what

anger rising. They were making her look like the rude one just for saying her mind, but she refused to stay quiet. "What do you expect me to say? I thought I was coming here to speak to my sponsors in a mature way, not to have a stranger walk

enough!" Principal Valois cut her off, her patience gone. She didn’t even wait for Angela’s reply before turning to Marcus. "I apologize for his behavior, sir. He tends to talk too

leaned back a little, unbothered. "It’s fine. His voice... it sounds familiar." His brows drew together for a moment before he looked to the others

after the other they obeyed, their eyes sharp with resentment as they passed Angela on their way out. She caught the bloody stares but forced herself not to

three of them remained. Marcus turned his gaze on Principal Valois, waiting for her to follow, but she shook her head

smile touched his lips. "It’s been a long

voice softer now. "We shouldn’t be talking about this in front of him..." She was trying to hide her

was he speaking so openly about Kaito’s father? What did Marcus truly want, and how did she fit into

this room stays here," Marcus warned again, his voice flat and heavy with threat. His jaw tightened as he turned his gaze on Principal Valois. "You know very

will anyone else," Principal Valois replied

There was no way she was going to

for a girl,

Her heart slammed against her chest. Were they