A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 162: My Little Lost Girl.

Angela froze, her breath catching in her throat. Her eyes could not believe who they were staring at. He was the last person she ever wanted to see, not now, not in this moment. She tried to stand tall, but her whole body shook, betraying the storm inside her. His sudden presence felt like a shadow pressing down on her, stealing the air from her chest.

She had never been the kind to tremble before an enemy, but Marcus was not just an enemy. He was her father. And she did not want him find out...at least not now. Yet the greedy Eliza had tricked them, and now everything was falling apart. Angela’s heart burned with anger at the woman’s betrayal. Eliza had been loyal to him from the beginning, and none of them had seen it.

Angela’s mind raced. Was Zane part of this? No. He never gave them that feeling, never twisted their trust. But Eliza, from the very moment they met, had been nothing but trouble.

"Be calm, dear," Hiro’s voice slipped into her mind through their bond, warm and steady. No one else could hear. He turned slightly, forcing a smile on his lips. "I am here, and I will handle this. Trust me."

Angela swallowed hard and gave a small nod, clinging to his words as she tried to steady herself. But Marcus was not alone. As always, he came with his crew. Some followed him inside, while others lingered outside, most likely guarding the streets like watch dogs.

His eyes never left her as he walked past the others. Eliza bowed to him with false respect and offered her chair, but he ignored her and kept moving until he stood in front of Angela. His lips curved into a dark smile. "We meet again, boy. What a coincidence."

Hiro’s face stayed calm, though Angela could feel the tension running through him. He knew one wrong move would give everything away. Marcus had lived too long, had seen too much. He would piece the truth together in an instant if Hiro lost control.

Still, Hiro was not one to back down. If he could not play with Marcus’s mind, then Eliza would be his next move.

"Really?" Angela asked with a deep frown, her teeth pressed hard together. She could not understand how she was going to stand in front of him any longer.

Marcus was handsome and he carried power in the way he moved, but no matter how much strength or beauty he showed, nothing could hide the darkness that followed him.

it seemed, had a terrible choice when it came to men. Every man in her life had turned out

her father. She always spoke of him as if he had been

want the same thing." He stood right in front of her, watching her face with sharp eyes. After a moment, he asked, "Are you happy to see

Hiro’s voice cut through the air, firm and steady as he stepped closer. He placed himself at Angela’s side, refusing to let Marcus drag her into his twisted games. If Marcus would not act

him at once, but his instincts told him this face was familiar. He tilted his head and spoke with suspicion. "You are one of those boys gifted to the werewolves by the mother goddess. What should

alphas," Eliza answered quickly, bowing her head low as

to take Angela’s hand and pull her away, to walk out of this place and leave Marcus behind. But he could

so closely. This was the one chance

not okay with him, then let’s go back to the academy, Angel," Hiro

man," Angela said as she pulled the chair back and sat down, leaving Marcus standing. For a moment, his eyes flickered in

smile before sitting on the seat Eliza had offered him earlier. He leaned back with sharp eyes locked on her. "Now tell me why you are going around asking questions about

he would hold himself together. She needed Marcus to speak, and if Hiro lost control, everything would fall apart. She told herself she could handle it. She was good at lying,

tone steady. She saw Marcus’s brows crease in confusion, but it vanished quickly. A sly smile spread across his face, and a cold shiver ran

asked, his voice smooth but dangerous. His eyes never moved from her face. She

and said you were looking for someone who looks like me, but that it was a girl. I didn’t like the

you Valois’ boy?" Marcus asked

asking if she was Valois’ boy? That was not

mean by Valois’ boy?" Samuel asked with a deep frown,

be questioned by other people now?" Marcus shot back coldly, his eyes sweeping to her friends.