A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 183: Four Desperate Words.

"Next is Angel and Daniel," the examiner announced as he scanned the long list in his hand. He raised his eyes for a moment, checking if both students were ready. The boy she was paired with was human. The examiner himself seemed kinder and more patient than her instructor Renn, which gave Angela a tiny bit of comfort.

Angela stepped into the ring, her stomach tightening as she waited for Daniel to approach. He was only human, yet his tall frame and solid build made him look far more dangerous than she expected. She swallowed hard as his eyes fixed on her. She wasn’t afraid, not exactly, but she hadn’t imagined facing someone who looked this strong.

Why would they pair her against someone like him? The rules were clear—whoever got defeated lost all points. Since Daniel was human, she promised herself not to use her primal strength unless she had no choice. That was the only way to make it fair.

Her hands curled into fists. She shifted into position, her left foot and hand sliding forward as she waited for the bell. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement. Kaito and Renn had entered the room. They joined the examiner, their gazes fixed on her. Angela bit her lower lip. They weren’t here just to watch. They wanted to see if she would win or fail. If she lost, Renn would never stop mocking her for wasting his time, and Kaito would surely call her a dummy.

"Don’t be stupid, girl. Focus and let’s win," Mighty Storm snapped inside her, her wolf voice sharp like a kick. "Your mates came to support you, yet you only think of what could go wrong. I still haven’t forgiven you for pushing them away."

Angela let out a soft sigh. Storm was still angry with her, no matter how many times she tried to explain. No matter what words she used, Storm never believed it wasn’t her fault.

"Start," Daniel called out, breaking into her thoughts. He wanted her to make the first move, but she didn’t like being forced.

"No, you come first, big boy. If you’re not afraid of me," Angela shot back, her voice firm. She hadn’t expected her words to hit so deep, but his expression shifted to anger in an instant.

out. A small wave of cheers rose from her classmates. She didn’t let it distract

in her hand. Her grip tightened, a small pulse of primal strength slipping through. His eyes widened in pain and shock. She could feel his bones strain under her

himself back up, fists clenched so tightly his knuckles went white. He was fast, much faster than she expected. Another

stomach as pain tore through her, the kick cutting into her like a sharp blade. Her breath shook, her teeth gritted, and with fury burning in her chest, she charged at him with a speed

and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, but she

fists rained down again and again until the bell rang. Time was up. The fight was over. She

chest heaving. For some reason she couldn’t explain,

was supposed to fight, supposed to prove herself, yet the match had ended too fast, too raw. The crowd erupted into cheers, their

shone with pride, his voice trembling with relief. He was grateful—grateful she hadn’t revealed

she didn’t care. All she wanted in that moment was to fall into the

meeting in a quick dab, then he turned and walked away without a glance at her.

and wrapped her in a warm hug, and she clung to him as if afraid he would vanish. It had been so long since she felt his arms around

flushing as the sweet blend of almond and coconut

chuckled, the sound a little nervous, his face turning red at her words. It struck him then that this was the first time she had ever complimented him, and the realization made his heart stumble. Running a hand through his red hair, trying to

to end the conversation with Renn