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.

others with him stirred, ready to

his presence heavy and commanding. He was acting like a king, and the room

stop this nonsense?" Principal Valois snapped, her voice sharper now, more annoyed than the man she was trying to protect. "Do

eyes still on Angela. "Go

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

her patience gone. She didn’t even wait for Angela’s reply

it sounds familiar." His brows drew together for a moment before he looked to the

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 flinch. What unsettled her more

her to follow, but she shook her head firmly. "No.

himself into it with ease, stretching as though it belonged to him. A small, bitter smile touched his lips. "It’s been a long time since I sat here. That fool, the Alpha of the West, probably thinks I handed the chair over to him. Let him wait. He has

shouldn’t be talking about this in front of him..." She was trying to hide her fear, but it was

bring her here? And why was he speaking so openly about Kaito’s father? What did Marcus truly want, and how did

flat and heavy with threat. His jaw tightened as he turned his gaze on Principal Valois. "You know very well what I am capable of,

will anyone else," Principal Valois

not to show it. There was no way she was going to give her word to a man

for a girl,

froze. Her heart slammed against her chest.