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."

man is your uncle. All we know is he’s searching for you,

her. I know why. Maybe that crescent mark of yours holds strange

her chest tightening with unease. "Like

unlocking the tomb of some ancient Malynster

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

she been here before?" Hiro asked, his voice carrying a

Stales replied,

had been on Hiro’s face disappeared. He said nothing after that, keeping quiet until

and from the way he carried himself, Angela could tell he was a werewolf who should be in his late fifties. The moment he saw Hiro, a smile broke across his face

was surprised to see such closeness between

don’t come around anymore. What happened?" the man asked as they pulled away from the hug. His eyes moved to the

trouble came to us," Hiro replied, his gaze shifting toward Angela for a moment. "But there’s nothing we

a nod and

a table with chairs, but what caught her attention was

Zane to feel uncomfortable. But in her heart, one

them to werewolves who need them," Zane said

her thoughts out loud,

have a seat,"