A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 263: The Scary Offer!

"Who is your stupid boss?" Angela asked as she got up from the floor. Her legs ached, and her body begged for a stretch. Every joint hurt from the way they had treated her here.

There was no reply to her question. She looked at the guard, wondering if he had gone back to his silent mode again.

"I asked who is your fucking boss?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the walls.

"The Patriarch," he finally answered, his tone flat as he led the way out of the room.

"That name doesn’t ring a bell," Angela said with a frown. She had never heard that name before, which meant whoever this Patriarch was, he was a new enemy. "Wait, is this the Malynster’s villa?"

"Not at all," the guard replied as they started up the stairs. They were going higher, probably to where his boss was waiting. The place was eerily quiet even though a few other guards moved around. They were dressed the same way as the one beside her—same dark uniform, same expressionless face. They moved like machines, without emotion.

They could be... who knows?

"So, do you know what your boss wants from me?" Angela asked as she walked beside him. He didn’t turn or even look at her. His pace never changed. She thought about running, but where would she go? She had no idea where she was and needed time to study the place.

"I don’t have that information, ma," he said quietly.

"That’s bad. If you had told me, I would’ve given you a gift," Angela said, forcing a smile as they entered another corridor. It looked different from the prison area...cleaner, brighter, like a different world entirely. They stopped in front of a large wooden door and waited. "You don’t believe me when I said I’d give you a gift, right?"

the door, hands behind his back. Angela noticed the daggers and

said, watching him closely. She wasn’t sure if he was laughing at her in his mind or actually finding her words amusing.

interrupted him at once, giving him a playful

you," she said with a small smile. "I have other precious gifts that money can’t buy. Like... like a ring that can make you

your lies again," Mighty-Storm sighed from inside her, her voice calm but

talking. "If we escaped from here together,

didn’t finish before the door opened and the guard pushed her forward. Angela clenched her jaw as she almost lost her balance. Stupid guard. If she ever made it out of this

bowing slightly. Angela looked around and realized she was in a throne room. The air felt heavy, powerful. There were four seats facing another four, all before a large stage that held two

the throne rose slowly. From the tone, she

when she

forward?" the man said with a

her escape, but he chose not to. And if her mates dared to come

her arm, but she jerked it away. Chains still hung from her wrists, cold and heavy. If not for them, she would have given him a slap

as that," Angela said with a frown as she moved closer to the figure. "Who are you? How dare you bring me here without my

sound just like the rumours," the figure said, sitting back on the throne. He leaned against it and said, "I am the Patriarch.

laughter the moment he spoke. She knew she should be afraid, but fear refused to show on her face. "I don’t fucking care who you are. I just want to leave this hell you created for yourself and this stupid one," she pointed at the guard beside

Patriarch told her calmly. He didn’t look offended, and that made her even more uneasy. He looked like the kind of