A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 152: Identification/Marks

Angela sat quietly in the back seat as they drove through the winding roads of Mistvale. She knew these streets well after going out with Taros twice. A soft smile touched her lips as the memories came back. She wished she could have more of those moments with him, moments that made her feel alive.

The car came to a sudden halt. She blinked and looked around, realizing they had reached the marketplace. The doors opened one after the other.

"Are you alright?" Stales asked, tapping her shoulder gently. Everyone else had stepped out except the two of them. She gave a small nod, but he studied her and said, "You don’t look too well."

Before she could speak, Hiro’s voice cut in. "Are the both of you going to come out, or do you need a special invitation?"

Angela let out a sigh and stepped down from the car, standing beside it. The air was heavy with evening sounds, and the glow of lanterns was already spreading as night crept closer. The town was just as lively as she remembered. The noise of cars, the laughter and chatter of people, the smell of food drifting through the air—it reminded her of how much she had missed the outside world.

The academy had kept her safe, but it had also kept her locked away. Out here, beyond those walls, the world felt vast and beautiful.

"Do I have to beg you to move too?" Hiro asked as he stood in front of her. To her surprise, he took the hoodie from her hands and helped her slip it on. Then he handed her a nose mask.

Angela wore it and gave him a questioning look. He smiled, and it made her brows draw together in confusion.

"You look disguised now. Your wannabe uncle might not recognize you," Hiro said lightly as he motioned for the others to move. "Let’s go."

"Are you talking about Marcus?" Angela asked as she followed.

"Yes. Of course."

gave a laugh and looked at her. "Don’t mind him. We’re not even sure that man is your uncle. All we know is he’s searching for you,

the hot cake," Hiro added, glancing at her with a teasing smile. "Everyone wants her. I know why. Maybe that crescent mark of yours

her chest tightening with unease. "Like

the tomb of some ancient Malynster family

into laughter at his words, but Angela didn’t find it funny. She moved past Hiro, ignoring their amusement as they walked deeper into the market. Familiar stores passed by as they headed toward the meeting place. They were going to see an informant who supposedly had the answers

than I thought. Has she been

replied, then smirked a little. "I

He said nothing after that, keeping

from the way he carried himself, Angela could tell he was a werewolf who

such closeness between them, especially with

What happened?" the man asked as they pulled away from the hug. His eyes moved to the group standing behind Hiro. "You brought company. Is there

for a moment. "But there’s nothing we can’t handle, Zane. I need your help. Can

a nod and

through. There was a table

not to stare for too long. She didn’t want Zane to feel uncomfortable. But in her heart, one question pressed hard—what was he doing with all of

werewolves who need them,"

thoughts out loud, yet

a seat," he