A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 154: The Autopsy.

Principal Valois arrived at the academy clinic after being told that the autopsy results were ready. It should have been good news, yet a wave of unease settled in her chest. She could not explain why she was anxious, but deep down she feared what the results would reveal.

"Come in," the doctor said, leading them into the lab. They all put on nose masks before stepping inside. "You said he was a student?"

"Yes," Principal Valois answered quietly as she followed him in. The female pathologist gave them a faint nod of greeting. On the table lay Evan’s body, covered with polythene. He looked cold, stiff, and lifeless. Her heart ached at the sight. "Have you been able to find the cause of death?" she asked.

"Yes. He died about a week ago," the doctor replied, glancing at the female pathologist beside him. She leaned in and whispered something to him. "Correction, it’s been eight days since he died."

Mr. Slade’s face tightened. "That means he died the same night we all last saw him." He shook his head, his voice heavy with regret. "The boys were right the whole time."

"I never really doubted them," Principal Valois admitted softly. "Please, continue, doctor."

Mr. Slade drew a deep breath, his brows furrowed with worry. "So what’s the cause of death?" He hated asking, but he needed to know.

The pathologist raised her eyes to them and spoke with calm precision. "Neurotoxin was injected into him."

Valois frowned, confused. "What

a powerful poison," the doctor explained. "A substance that attacks the nervous system of a werewolf, leaving them paralyzed

washed over Mr. Slade’s face. "You mean this was injected into him while he was

tone carried both frustration and grief. She knew neither

said, his voice low as his eyes went back

closer and look at where he was injected," the pathologist replied. She unzipped the polythene

neck. "Three injections were given here. That is what

Valois whispered, her throat tightening as tears filled her eyes. The sight of the boy tore at her heart. His life had been stolen, a future cut short before it even began.

is one of your kind." His brows furrowed as if something troubled him. "But

did,"

"Which pack?"

"The central pack."

of you ever met his parents?" When they all shook their heads, he let out a long breath. "We need to meet them. I found a rare gene in him. If we run tests on his parents, we may learn if it is hereditary. It could explain

Valois scratched the back of her head, clearly uneasy. The doctor’s request troubled her deeply because she knew it was impossible to bring Evan’s parents into this without drawing too much

the