A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 265: Tell Them To Act like Men

"No way. I can not marry you," Angela stepped back with a frown. She didn’t understand why the moon goddess would choose her of all people. The prophecy had already made many come after her, seeking immortality. Now she wondered if more would follow after this man who called himself the Patriarch. "I don’t know what you saw in that prophecy, but there is nothing true about it."

"The prophecy was given by your grandmother. She made you very special, I must say," the Patriarch said with a smirk. He stepped closer until he stood right before her. Lifting her chin with his cold fingers, he whispered, "Many people, including I, thought it was a bluff. After all, who would give such power to a girl?"

"I don’t have what you are looking for," Angela snarled, pushing his hand away. There was nothing special about a man who hid his face and his identity but claimed to be a great king. "Look, there have been a lot of misunderstandings about the prophecy. We shouldn’t jump to conclusions that I can give you a child. Do you even hear yourself?"

"I know I am not making a mistake, my dear."

"I am not ready to marry anyone or make babies for them," she said sharply. "Go back and read the prophecy again. Maybe you’ll find something that actually helps you."

"You are not listening. I have been kind enough to you," the Patriarch said firmly. "We are getting married, dear. I am not asking."

Angela felt disgusted by his words. How dare he make such a decision for her and try to force it on her? He might be a king, but he wasn’t her king and he needed to remember that.

"Well, Mr. King, I am not going to marry you. It’s over my dead body!" she shouted, pointing her finger at him. "I have mates, and you are not one of them. It’s better you stay away from me, do you understand?"

It was so fast she didn’t even see it coming. A sharp, dirty slap landed on her cheek, throwing her off balance. Her face burned, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

A deep growl came from the man in front of her. His anger filled the air, his voice trembling with fury. "You will go upstairs and get ready. We are getting married tonight, little girl. It’s a command. No one is asking for your opinion."

apologized on her behalf and helped her up. Without giving her a chance to speak, he dragged her out of the throne room. Angela struggled

go, do you hear me?" Angela cried out as she pulled herself free and began to walk away. She didn’t know where she was going or what waited ahead. All she knew was that she had to get out of this place,

send me back to a cell, right?" she asked as

to get ready for the wedding." His voice was calm, but it felt like

am not marrying him, no matter what," Angela shouted, and her voice echoed off the stone. A few girls in green and white silk turned to stare, their faces small and

few pieces of jewellery on a tray, and a bowl of warm water for a bath. Angela was not going to touch anything that belonged to the castle. Every item

sat. Without thinking, she threw it onto the bed. The cloth caught fast and the flame fed itself. Heat rose, and for the first time she did not try to

her wrists cracked like dry wood. Strength flowed

Angela slammed her foot into the door and it burst open. The girl who had knocked barely had time to run. When their eyes

and her heart pounding like a drum. She knew that what had come over her was more than

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them more. The thought of Angela taken had made Marcus sharp and restless. He had been waiting to meet her for so long. "Where did we go wrong, brother? Do you think mother had something to do with the kidnapping?"

do not care if mother had a hand in it or not," Marcus said, his voice raw

slid the phone across so he could see the pin. He hissed and turned his eyes back to the road. "Sometimes she does not interfere with our choices," Bellezza tried to explain. "She thinks we must learn. She cannot keep saving us

bitterness cutting through him. "If you had a daughter, you would understand." His worry made him fierce. Was Angela being fed there? Was she scared and

mine," Bellezza said, reaching to touch his hand. She had never been a mother and maybe

once. "I may be a terrible father, but I am glad Angela has an aunt like

them, the two boys and girl who claimed to be Angela’s friends shifted in their seats