A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 159: Who Is Marcus?

Angela walked into the store the old lady had recommended, the one Zane told them about. At first glance it looked like an ordinary perfume shop, bottles lined up neatly on shelves with a faint scent of flowers hanging in the air.

She wondered if there was more to it than what met the eye or if this was truly just a place that sold perfume. Unlike the way Zane welcomed them earlier, here they were asked to sit in a small guest area instead of being invited into an inner room.

"Where is the woman? I don’t see anyone except that sales boy who showed us in," Stales muttered, his eyes moving around the shop. He was already restless, his patience running thin after they had been waiting for five long minutes. Zane had not kept them waiting when they visited his place.

"Are you sure this is the right store?" Angela asked softly. She could not help wondering what was going on and why they had not yet met Eliza.

"Yes, Angel," Samuel replied in a calm voice. "You have to be patient. We came here for help, so we must stay calm."

"I know," she whispered, her eyes drifting to Hiro. He had been unusually quiet, and she could not tell if he was lost in thought or simply avoiding another chance to tease her.

They were sitting side by side, so she leaned against him and rested her head lightly on his back. He did not push her away or make a comment. That silence comforted her, and she smiled faintly.

"I already texted Renn and Taros but neither of them has replied," Hiro said after a while. His voice carried unease. He wanted to know how far they had gone with their task, but deep down he had a gnawing feeling that something had gone wrong.

"You don’t have to worry," Angela whispered through their bond, her words echoing gently in his mind. "I’m sure they can handle whatever comes."

Hiro glanced sideways at her, his lips twitching as though fighting a smile. "Why are you in my head?" he asked quietly. He would never admit it aloud, but he liked it—the way she could reach him at any time, her voice brushing against his thoughts as though it belonged there. It felt like something sacred between them....a mating bond he could not deny even if he tried.

"Yes. Do you want me out?" Angela asked, her tone filled with concern. "Am I making you uncomfortable?"

"No. Never," Hiro said at once, surprising even himself. He hated the thought of her feeling unwanted. She reached for his hand, her fingers curling around his as she gave a gentle squeeze. A shiver ran through him, sharp and sweet, and he fought the urge to close his eyes.

When he turned to look at her, she was already smiling, and that smile drew him in like a tide he could not resist. His breath caught, and before he realized it, his face was moving closer to hers.

he wanted nothing more than to

coughed again, loud and clear. Hiro understood exactly what that meant. Her friend had a way of ruining moments, and this time was no different. He clenched his jaw, whispering bitterly, "your friend knows how to

even though she knew she should not. Her whole life was about to change, her identity was hanging by a thread, and the moment Eliza came and revealed the truth everything would shatter. Fear

her ears caught the

she straightened up in her seat, her heart beating faster. The door opened and a woman walked in, her presence filling the room at once. She looked to be in her early forties, of average height, her light skin marked with tattoos that told clearly

voice calm, almost pretending not to know

eyes darted around, scanning the store one more time. Aside from the sales boy, no one else was

stood up and reached to shake her hand, but instead of shaking it, the woman leaned forward and pressed her lips to

she never shared or joked about,

at her quickly. She looked like a furious little parrot, ready to bite, so he pressed his foot against hers under the table, a silent way to calm her before the

alright, boy?" the woman asked, looking at Angela as if worried. Angela

Hiro," the woman said, turning back to him. "These

bitter. "We also came to shop." It was another lie, one among many he had told today. He wondered when it would

as she took her seat across from them. "Zane said it is about the Malynsters. That will be fifty dollars for

pocket, pulled out a hundred-dollar bill, and placed it on the table. She tapped the surface with

questions then," she said with a smile that

said firmly. "Who he is and

anyone called Maverick. Can you ask another question?" Eliza said, her

something. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sketch of the crescent mark.

forward to look at the drawing. "That is the mark of the Malynster family. It is how

both fear and curiosity. She prayed the woman would give an answer that made sense, something that would

is usually passed down from parent to child. For example, Marcus has the power to

hear more. Her eyes darted to Stales, who looked just as shaken as she was. If Marcus could erase memories, then it meant she had inherited the

happened to Xavier suddenly came back to her. She had not wanted to believe it, but now the truth was right in front of her. The woman had said