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."

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, and only the

Hiro added, glancing at her with a teasing smile. "Everyone wants her. I know why. Maybe

her chest tightening with

tomb of some

market. Familiar stores passed by as they headed toward the meeting place. They were

seems to know this town better than I thought. Has she been here before?" Hiro asked,

twice, with Alpha Taros," Stales replied, then smirked a little. "I think

face disappeared. He said nothing after that, keeping quiet until they reached

hair, 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,

closeness between them, especially with the big age

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

trouble came to us," Hiro replied, his gaze shifting toward Angela for a moment. "But there’s nothing we can’t

said with a nod and led the way to

shop they had just walked through. There was a table with chairs, but what caught her attention was what lay behind them. Racks and shelves filled with different kinds of

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

sell them to werewolves who need

parted slightly. She hadn’t spoken her thoughts out loud, yet he answered them as though he had read her

a seat," he