A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 124: Who Is Marcus?

He was handsome, there was no doubt about it. He looked like he could be in his early thirties, but that was only

if he was human. With him it was hard to tell. His brown eyes locked on her as if he was searching for something

familiar, as if he was trying to match her face with a memory buried in his mind. He was tall, his body hard with

muscles that made her skin prickle and her stomach twist.

Unlike the others, he did not wear a suit. Instead, he had on a long sleeve shirt that stretched across his chest,

making him look even broader. His black trousers clung to his frame, every line of his body revealed in a way

that made her uneasy. Around his neck hung a gold chain, holding a small glass bottle filled with a red liquid that

seemed to boil and stir as though alive.

The principal gave a small nod, confirming Angela was the person he was searching for. "He is the last student

we admitted. If you wish, we can begin the process."

"I would agree," Marcus said slowly, his voice deep and calm, "but | cannot be sure this is the one | am meant to

see." He began walking toward her, each step deliberate. When he passed close, her chest tightened and her

heart missed its rhythm. She tried to catch his scent, hoping it would give her a clue about what he was, but it

was mixed, clouded, impossible to read.

Then he circled back, and this tstopped behind her. Her whole body stiffened as he leaned close, his breath

brushing the back of her neck. What was he doing? Her hands curled at her sides. Every instinct screamed to

push him away, to snarl and bare her teeth, but she couldn’t. She had to control herself. If she slipped, if her

anger showed, they might discover the truth—she was a werewolf.

"Your scents are heavy," Marcus whispered, his voice grazing her ear. "So many of them cover you."

"What did you expect?" Angela snapped back before she could stop herself. "I live with werewolves. Should it

surprise you that | carry their scents?"

Marcus chuckled, the sound low and amused. "The boy is stubborn, | can sense it." He stepped in front of her

again, eyes studying her as though he saw straight through her mask. Angela’s pulse raced, panic rising. It felt

as though he knew, as if her secret had been exposed.

"I like him," Marcus announced with a small smile.

"I don't like you at all," she shot back, her voice sharper than she meant. The others with him stirred, ready to

move closer, but Marcus lifted his right hand and they froze where they stood.

He stood there, calm and unshaken, his presence heavy and commanding. He was acting like a king, and the

room bent to his will.

"Angel, will you stop this nonsense?" Principal Valois snapped, her voice sharper now, more annoyed than the

man she was trying to protect. "Do you even know who you are talking to?"

"Let him speak," Marcus said calmly, his eyes still on Angela. "Go ahead, say what you want."

Angela folded her arms tight across her chest, her anger rising. They were making her look like the rude one just

for saying her mind, but she refused to stay quiet. "What do you expectto say? | thought | was coming here

to speak to my sponsors in a mature way, not to have a stranger walk behindand breathe on my skin like

that."

"Angel, that’s enough!" Principal Valois cut her off, her patience gone. She didn’t even wait for Angela's reply

before turning to Marcus. "I apologize for his behavior, sir. He tends to talk too much."

Marcus leaned back a little, unbothered. "It’s fine. His voice... it sounds familiar." His brows drew together for a

moment before he looked to the others standing around. "Leave us."

The order shocked them, but one after the other they obeyed, their eyes sharp with resentment as they passed

Angela on their way out. She caught the bloody stares but forced herself not to flinch. What unsettled her more

was the thought of being left alone with Marcus.

The room grew heavy with silence once the last man left. Only the three of them remained. Marcus turned his

gaze on Principal Valois, waiting for her to follow, but she shook her head firmly. "No. | know you are part of the

board, Marcus, but | can’t leave you alone with Angel. Ill stay. Unless..." she hesitated, watching him closely.

"It’s fine," Marcus said, his tone low but edged with authority. "As long as you don’t repeat what we discuss

here." He moved to the chairman’s seat and lowered himself into it with ease, stretching as though it belonged

to him. A small, bitter smile touched his lips. "It's been a long tsince | sat here. That fool, the Alpha of the

West, probably thinks | handed the chair over to him. Let him wait. He has no idea what | have in store for all of

them."

Principal Valois’s face tightened. She glanced nervously at Angela, her voice softer now. "We shouldn't be talking

about this in front of him..." She was trying to hide her fear, but it was clear in her eyes.

Angela sat still, her mind racing. Did Marcus force Principal Valois to bring her here? And why was he speaking so

openly about Kaito’s father? What did Marcus truly want, and how did she fit into it?

"What is said in this room stays here," Marcus warned again, his voice flat and heavy with threat. His jaw

tightened as he turned his gaze on Principal Valois. "You know very well what | am capable of, so don’t test me."

"I will not say a word. Neither will anyone else," Principal Valois replied quickly, her tone firm but laced with fear.

Angela sat still, silent. She was scared, though she forced herself not to show it. There was no way she was going

to give her word to a man like Marcus. Everything about him screamed danger.

"We are searching for a girl, not a boy," Marcus said suddenly.

Angela froze. Her heart slammed against her chest. Were they looking for her?

"We do not know her nyet," Marcus continued.

"So what does that have to do with me?" Angela forced the words out, her voice trembling just enough to make

her panic sound real. "I am a boy."

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Angela’s pulse quickened, fear rushing through her veins. That mark was swith the one on her

breast...maybe meant for her bloodline or pack.

Could it be? Was Marcus her family? Was he her father? Her brother? Or something far worse?