A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 53: A Protective Mate?

Angela stepped back slowly, her eyes fixed on the bloody message. Her whole body felt cold. She wanted to

scream, but doing that would only make things worse. Students would rush over. Someone would record it.

They'd upload it to the school’s gossip page, and by the end of the day, she'd be the laughingstock of the entire

Academy—again.

She slammed the locker shut and leaned against it, trying to steady her breath. This felt like a nightmare. A sick,

twisted dream she couldn't wake up from. Someone was threatening her. Someone hiding in the shadows. And

they had given her a deadline—the next full moon. Her heart sank. When the hell was that? Who would do this to

her? What had she done this time?

"Hello, beauty."

She flinched. The voice startled her, and she turned to find Stales approaching with Alex beside him.

Angela forced herself to breathe. Her mind was racing, but she kept her voice steady. "Where were you two? |

looked for you in the cafeteria."

"We were asked to take breakfast to Alpha Hiro," Alex replied. His eyes scanned her face, and his tone shifted.

"Are you okay? You don’t look like it."

Angela hesitated, but then stepped aside. "Maybe you should check this out yourself."

She glanced around, making sure no one was paying attention, then slowly opened her locker wide enough for

them to see inside.

Stales gasped. "Mother goddess..."

The smell hit him immediately. The blood was still fresh. His face twisted in horror as he read the message.

Alex, on the other hand, didn’t flinch. His calm reaction bothered Angela. It was like he wasn’t shocked at all. She

watched him closely, suspicion flickering in her chest.

"Won't you say something?" she asked, not hiding her frustration.

Alex finally looked at her. "Someone's playing a gwith you. A dangerous one. Whoever it is, they want to

push you. Scare you. Make you act without thinking."

"Or rush you into making the wrong decision," Stales added. He was trying to stay calm too, but he couldn't

ignore the way sstudents were now watching them from a distance. Their eyes lingered on Angela's locker.

Did they see it? Had someone already spread the news?

Then Stales pulled out his phone. A new notification had popped up. His face dropped as he read it. "Guys...

something's going on."

Angela and Alex moved beside him. He opened the post and played the video.

It was a short clip. Just forty seconds. But it was enough to ruin everything.

Angela’s voice echoed from the phone, clear and bold: "Fuck Alpha Renn. He can’t handletill now."

Angela's heart sank. Her brows pulled together. "I never said that," she whispered, eyes wide with confusion. The

boys stared at her.

She could feel it again. That helpless anger. That sick feeling when someone twists your words, or worse, fakes

your voice. Whoever was doing this wasn't just after her position. They wanted to destroy her. Piece by piece.

"We know," Alex said softly. "But what did | say about not panicking?"

Angela blinked away the sting in her eyes.

"We were supposed to have a beautiful day," he added, almost like a sigh. "But whoever’s behind this knew just

how to ruin it."

"Yes. We planned to go train together at the gym this evening, but | don’t think we'll be able to do that now. Not

when your mind is this unsettled," Stales told her, watching her carefully.

"No. We'll still go for training later," Angela said, her voice firm. "I need to work harder and | will. But first, we

have to find this bastard. He made that first video ofduring combat class. | don’t know how he did it, but he

twisted my words, made it sound like | was insulting Renn. That video caused half of my problems. It was one of

the reasons why Kaito kickedout that night."

She let out a shaky breath. "Now there’s this bloody message in my locker and a second video going viral... It all

points to the sthing. Either this person wants the Alphas to hateor they wantto leave. Or maybe

they wantdead."

"You're right," Alex said as he crossed his arms. His face was calm, but his eyes were sharp. "The first video was

from combat class. This new one shows you in the obstacle hall. Then the blood message. All three happened

within the sgroup. This person is close. If he’s not in our class, then he’s from—"

"Mine," Stales finished for him, his tone heavy with realization. "So what do we do? Tell the Alphas?"

"No. We'll handle it ourselves," Alex said quickly, and Angela nodded in agreement.

"I know someone," Alex added. "He can trace the account that posted the video. I'll message him now. For now,

just go to class, Stales. Keep your eyes open. If you notice anything strange, let us know immediately."

"Fine. See you later," Stales said. He turned to Angela, his expression softening. "Don’t be scared. It's going to be

fine."

"I'm not really scared," she said, her voice lower now. "I just don’t understand... whyof all people?"

Stales patted her back gently before walking off.

There were only a few minutes left before class started. Angela and Alex entered the room, and she went

straight to her seat. She unlocked her phone and checked the timetable again just to be sure. Politics was their

first class, then combat training. Her stomach twisted.

Renn.

She had to face him again. She swallowed hard. After everything—the videos, the stupid dream—she knew he

had more than enough reasons to cat her now.

But what would he say about the dream? What would his reaction be if he remembered it?

Angela closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind. She didn’t want to think about it. But deep down, she already

knew—he would be angry. Very angry.

She was still lost in thought when a loud bang jolted her. She opened her eyes, startled, and looked up.

It was the auburn-haired guy from the obstacle test yesterday. His face was twisted in anger, his eyes burning

into hers as he glared down at her.

"When are you going to leave my seat? Or do you needto kick you out?" Xavier growled, towering over her.

"Xavier, you better behave yourself," Alex said sharply as he stood up, his glare locked on him.

Xavier? The nsounded familiar. Angela looked beside the desk and saw it clearly now—his name. So it really

was his seat. She had been using it all this time. But from what she knew, the guy had been sick and left for

hweeks ago.

"You've got to be kidding me," Xavier said, clearly annoyed at the resistance. "What's the big deal?"

"It’s not like the seat ever belonged to you properly," Alex fired back. "You bullied the last person out of it,

remember? And | don’t want you as a seatmate anymore."

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She stepped out and started walking toward the gym. Her thoughts clouded her so much that she didn’t notice

the presence behind her—until fingers gripped her arm hard. Pain shot through her as claws dug into her skin.

"Now there’s no Alex to protect you," Xavier snarled. "I'm going to deal with you myself."

Angela’s whole body tensed. She balled her fists and turned. She wasn’t scared of him. She was ready to teach

him a fucking lesson. She wasn’t weak. If he thought she was, then he picked the wrong target.

But before she could swing her fist, another one cflying out of nowhere.

It smashed into Xavier's cheek with a heavy crack. His mouth flew open, and spit went everywhere as his head

whipped to the side. He flew off his feet and crashed against the wall with a loud thud.

Angela froze. Her hand still clenched, but she couldn't move. She didn’t have to turn to know who it was. That

scent—rich, dark, and sharp—told her everything.

Renn.

He brushed past her like she wasn’t even there and walked straight to where Xavier had landed. The hallway

buzzed. Students rushed out of the gym, gathering quickly to see what was going on.

Renn didn’t care. His voice echoed through the hall, deep and furious.

"How dare you?"

The sound of it sent chills down every spine in that hallway. Angela felt it in her bones.