A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 195: Will It Hurt?

"I told you to be careful," Renn said as he helped her sit on the couch. He searched around for the first aid box, clearly lost since it was not his room. His voice was tight with frustration. "Where the hell is the kit?"

"I am a werewolf, don’t forget," Angela reminded him softly. She could see the anger in his eyes, but she knew it was not truly anger at her. It was the helplessness of watching her hurt. It unsettled him, it broke something inside him. "I will be fine."

"A wolf that cannot heal," he muttered, glancing at her before pulling open a drawer. He finally found the box and came back to her side. "I wonder what’s wrong with you. Why can’t you heal like every other wolf? It is time we looked deeper into this. You are too slow with the changes."

"I don’t know," Angela said, handing him her bleeding thumb. "Who should we ask? How do we even begin to know the cause? Do you think it’s because I was human?"

"You were never human," Renn answered firmly. "You have always been a wolf, only your other side had not awakened. It happens. But you are slower than you should be. Maybe the Malynster will know why."

Angela’s eyes widened the moment he mentioned her family. She did not want to deal with them, not now. But Kaito’s words during the last argument echoed in her mind. He had said something about her mother. Renn was supposed to explain, yet he kept putting it off.

"You met my mother the other day, didn’t you?" Angela asked. Her gaze fixed on him, sharp and searching. "What happened?"

"Nothing serious," Renn said as he finished cleaning and dressing her thumb and finger. He closed the kit and placed it back in the drawer. "She only asked me to say hello to you."

"Don’t fucking lie to me, Renn." Angela’s voice trembled with the weight of anger she tried to hold back. She knew him well enough to see through his calm mask. If he was lying, it meant Grace had done something terrible again. And Angela needed to know. "You will tell me everything now."

Renn was caught off guard by how quickly her expression shifted. The fire in her eyes reminded him of a Luna in her full strength, and he could not stop himself from whispering, "You look so damn hot when you are angry."

words always touched her, but she refused to give in. Her voice was steady and commanding.

brother lying weak on the bed. He saw the pain in her eyes as she looked at Kaito, and for her sake he gave her the truth. "We met your

her chest tight with fear and suspicion. She knew her mother too well. Grace must have done something shameful. Either she begged them for money or worse, tried to sell herself. It was disgusting,

but he finally did. "The woman claimed you were owing her. She said you stole ten thousand dollars from her that was meant for someone else. Kaito had to

her like a slap. Grace accused her of stealing? And in front of her mates? Her own mother. Was she out of her

Renn asked quietly, his eyes filled with worry. "We did not believe her. Kaito did not take it easy with her either. She

a moment she wondered if they had forgotten this was

your fingers?" Hiro was the first to speak. His voice carried concern

whispered, fighting the sting in her eyes. She was too angry with herself to let the tears fall. Maybe the real mistake she made was being born to the wrong mother. Grace was

mates? Why would

Renn said, pressing his lips against her forehead. Angela closed her eyes as his touch soothed something deep inside her. When he pulled back his

he moved closer to where Kaito lay. He

her voice shaking but strong. "I deserve to stay and see what is going

mate," Taros said as he looked at the others and placed a hand on his chest. "I am also your mate, and so are they. But what is about to happen in

could see he was struggling to put it into words. Her eyes stayed on him, waiting for

explained bluntly. He came to her side, his face serious. "You will not

hear them say it. No one answered her. Kael sat quietly on the couch, simply watching.

is stubborn," Renn muttered, rubbing his forehead. He hated the thought of her