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.

hated it. Grace, it seemed, had a terrible choice when it came to men. Every man in her life had turned out to be a mistake, someone

She always spoke

only made her skin crawl more. "I have been wanting to meet you, and I know you want

he stepped closer. He placed himself at Angela’s side, refusing to let

his instincts told him this face was familiar. He tilted

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

weakness but control. Inside, he wanted nothing more than to take Angela’s hand and pull her away, to walk out of this place and leave Marcus behind. But he could not do that. Not yet. She had just learned that this man was her father. She deserved the chance to ask her questions, to face him if that was

This was the one chance to demand the truth that

the academy, Angel," Hiro said softly,

hide. Let’s talk with the bad man," Angela said as she pulled the chair back and sat down, leaving Marcus standing. For a moment, his eyes

mocking smile before sitting on the seat Eliza had offered him earlier. He leaned back with sharp eyes locked on her. "Now tell me why

if Hiro lost control, everything would fall apart. She told herself she could handle it. She was good at lying, good at keeping her mask in place.

crease in confusion, but it vanished quickly. A

but dangerous. His eyes never moved from her face. She knew he was watching every flicker of her expression, testing her, waiting for the

my school and said you were looking for someone who looks like me, but that it was a girl. I didn’t like the way you threatened my principal. She is trying

boy?"

froze, confused by his words. What did he mean by asking if she was Valois’ boy? That was not what she meant

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

his eyes sweeping to her friends. He ignored Samuel and turned