A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 177: Missing?

The participants were faster than Angela expected. Alex moved like wildfire, so quick that he handed the stick to Stales two full minutes before anyone else. It wasn’t that the others were slow—Alex was just on another level. Angela had never seen him fail at anything he tried.

He was always the best, as if he were born for this. She wondered if it was sheer practice or some hidden gift no one knew about. She watched him cheer Stales on, urging him to push harder. The other participants tried to catch up, but her teammate wouldn’t let them.

Stales ran with everything he had, racing toward Xavier. Angela was surprised at his speed. She hadn’t realized Xavier was so good too. No wonder Stales had insisted he be on their side.

Xavier was fast, leaving a wide gap for the others to cover. But then, when he reached where Angela stood, he stopped. He just stared at her, shock written across his face. Angela’s heart skipped a beat. What was he doing? Why had he stopped?

"Xavier, come on," she said, planting her left leg forward on the line and bracing with the other behind her. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t moving. The other teams were closing in on them, getting dangerously close to her teammates.

Xavier stayed frozen. The cheering of the crowd meant nothing; it was like the world had completely shut him out. Angela looked toward the coaches, spotting Kaito with anxiety carved into every line of his face. How long had he been standing there?

"Xavier," she called again, teeth gritted, anger rising. Two of the opponents had already passed their batons, and he still hadn’t moved. Wait—was this one of his memory episodes? Oh no.

Angela had no time to waste. The third participant was approaching fast, and she couldn’t let him overtake them. She leaned and said, not caring who heard, "If you don’t give me that, I swear I will kill you this time. Don’t play with me."

He still didn’t move. The third participant passed the baton to his teammate, who shot forward immediately. Angela exhaled sharply, trying to calm the surge of anger in her chest.

hit her at the same time. She snatched it from him and sprinted forward,

she wouldn’t make it without using her primal powers, so she summoned mighty-stormy. It was dangerous to show it with the

forward like the wind itself, passing the first two opponents. Their shocked faces told her she had caught them completely off guard. One of

closing in on the finish line. Her breathing grew tight, but she could

clearly. The images around her were faint,

front of her. Without a second thought, she ran into his arms. No one noticed anything strange—they only saw the moment of celebration

he said, rubbing her back

her did not want to leave his embrace. She swallowed her feelings. "Drink this," he said, offering her a

you," she said, taking the bottle from him and drinking it all. The cold water calmed her racing heart. It was exactly what she needed after

to her. "I was so scared that..." He didn’t

excitement spilling over. She caught sight

and then Angela pulled both of them into a group hug. She noticed Xavier standing a few feet away, silent, not celebrating like the

had shouted at him, her hands flying to her face in shame. She had said she was

he turned

he had caught up with

raced with possibilities. What would tonight bring? A celebration? Another adventure? Or was he planning something else ... A cold shiver ran down

was she going to do about his invitation