A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 250: The Attack II.

Some of the men were getting closer now. Their weapons were steady, but their steps slowed when they saw Miss Valois with her. They thought she had everything under control. To them, this was her plan all along. Angela could tell that Miss Valois was not going to hand her over to Marcus. But why? Who she was going to hand her over to?

Angela waited to fall or faint, but nothing happened. She was still standing, breathing hard, eyes wide open. The lupine sedative had no effect on her. She could feel it...her blood boiling, her heart pounding, her wolf awakening.

Mighty Storm growled inside her, begging to be free. The anger in Angela’s chest turned into a wave of power she could no longer hold back. Her eyes glowed with a fierce golden light, making Miss Valois stumble backward in fear.

"An alpha?" Principal Valois gasped, her voice trembling. The realization made her freeze. Lupine sedatives never worked on alphas. "No... this can’t be true."

Angela’s teeth snapped as her claws grew out in a sudden, sharp transformation. The air shifted around her, heavy and wild. The men stopped moving, their faces pale with shock. They had been told she was weak, untrained, maybe unable to shift but they were wrong.

Before Miss Valois could even blink, Mighty Storm lunged. Her claws tore through the woman’s skin, slashing across her face. The older woman screamed as she fell back, blood spilling down her neck. Angela’s wolf kept hitting her, fury burning in every strike.

"Please...stop!" Miss Valois cried, but her voice was swallowed by the sound of growls and screams. She was too weak to fight back. Blood soaked her collar, her trembling hands trying to shield her face.

Mighty Storm stopped right before the killing blow. The goal wasn’t to end her life...only to make her pay for her betrayal.

Miss Valois sobbed, shaking on the ground. Her face was a mess of blood and bruises. She pressed a trembling hand to her cheek, and Angela noticed she wasn’t healing. That surprised her. Maybe the woman was just another werewolf who had lost her ability to heal. Either way, it was satisfying to see her broken.

With a low growl, Mighty Storm stepped back, her fur bristling under the sunlight. She turned toward the woods, ready to disappear into the darkness.

she could vanish, Miss Valois lifted her head and shouted,

Don’t let the

thundering against the earth. The fury inside her burned bright. She would have torn that woman apart if Angela hadn’t held her back. The anger still boiled in her veins, but now there were more enemies ahead. Four men

the night. Her fur rose, every muscle in her body ready to strike. The men looked at one another, pretending to be brave, not knowing

Her jaws locked around one man’s arm, and the crack of

his own pain. The third tried to grab her

a run, shouting that she was a Luna. They vanished into the darkness, too scared to face her. Mighty Storm stood there, her chest rising and falling, her fur dripping with blood. She watched them flee until she was sure they

of her made the wolf’s heart pound harder. The woman looked almost dead, her face covered in blood, but

human form, but something felt wrong. The air changed. A heavy energy filled the woods, dark and cold. It made the ground shake beneath her paws. Someone else was here. Someone who didn’t

to her face was terrible—she would never look the same again.

she said, her voice shaking but proud.

them grew heavier. Mighty Storm could feel it pressing on her body, draining her strength. Her legs trembled, her breathing slowed, and fear crept into her chest. She couldn’t see the man’s face...only

her promise to protect both of them. She wanted to fight, she wanted to keep

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his heart beat faster with every step. He sent a message through his link to his brothers, but none of them replied.

enter the dorms to check on Renn because he hadn’t seen him in the hall. In fact, none of his brothers were there. But he changed his mind. He had

phone lying on the ground. His heart skipped. He picked

whoever was behind it, because he knew one thing for sure...no single person could