A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 57: Renn’s Invitation.

"You need to control your anger, Angel," Alex said as he walked beside her. He knew she had every reason to be

mad, but if they didn’t handle this carefully, it could get out of hand. "There are better ways to make that guy

suffer. You just have to trust me."

"Let her be," Stales cut in before she could reply. "If she holds it in, it will only make things worse. I like her like

this. That bastard deserves a lesson."

"Well done, man. You're really helping," Alex replied with a fake smile before turning back to Angela. She still

hadn’t said a word. Her steps didn’t slow, her face didn’t shift. She just kept walking, heading straight toward the

Central House.

As she got closer, Angela felt something strange. The air felt heavier, the silence around the house too deep.

Maybe it was because of the location. The Central House stood alone, far from the others, too close to the

mountains. Everything about it felt distant and forgotten.

She walked through the gate and headed straight to the entrance. She didn’t care about the back-and-forth

between Stales and Alex anymore. That didn’t matter now. She had one thing on her mind, and it was more

important than their opinions.

Inside the dormitory, everything was still and quiet. Stales had once mentioned that only a few students stayed

there, but she didn’t expect it to feel so empty. The silence made it all feel more intense, like the building was

holding its breath.

Angela moved down the hallway with purpose. She pulled out her phone and searched for Evan Thatcher. His

details were right there on the school portal. She scrolled quickly until she saw it. Room twelve. Just a few steps

ahead.

She didn’t waste time. She pushed open the door and stepped in. Evan was inside, alone. That was all she

needed.

Without thinking twice, her fist flew straight at his face. The impact was loud. It hurt her too, but she didn’t care.

She had waited too long for this. The pain didn’t matter anymore.

"Evan Thatcher," she said calmly, shutting the door behind her. "I've been dying to meet you."

His head jerked to the side, his hand already on his cheek. His eyes glowed faintly with anger and fear. He gritted

his teeth, but the truth was clear to her now. He was not like the others. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t even close.

He was an Omega.

"Who are you?" Evan asked with his brows pulled together in confusion. He looked lost, like he had no idea who

she was or why she had stormed into his room.

Before Angela could respond, Stales and Alex rushed into the room behind her. She expected Alex to hold her

back, maybe stop her from doing anything reckless. But instead, he went straight to Evan and grabbed his arms,

twisting them behind his back in a way that made it impossible for him to fight back, even if he wanted to. Evan

dropped to his knees, helpless.

"Now you're going to talk, whether you like it or not," Alex said, his voice sharp, his eyes glowing with fury.

Angela stared at him, surprised. He had tried to calm her down just moments ago. But now, here he was, acting

like he was more furious than she was. Stales locked the door behind them, and now all eyes turned to Evan.

"Why are you posting viral videos about me?" Angela demanded, her brows tight with anger. She was ready to

make him speak one way or another.

"I don’t know what's going on," Evan stammered. "What videos? What are you talking about?" He looked around

in panic. "I know Alex, Kaito’s Beta, but | don’t even know who the two of you are."

"Liar," Stales hissed under his breath.

"What form are you in?" Alex asked, still holding the boy in place.

"Form one," Evan replied in a shaky voice.

Alex immediately let go. His face changed when he realized they were confronting a form one student. He turned

Evan around so he could look into his eyes. "You don’t know who Angel is?"

"No, bro. | swear, | don’t," Evan said, his voice cracking. He looked like he was about to cry. He was trembling

now, but there was no sign of a lie in his tone. He seemed genuinely lost.

"There are videos posted from your account," Alex said, crouching in front of him. "They're spreading lies about

Angel. They're going viral. We want to know what you have against him and why you're doing this."

"I swear | don’t know anything about that," Evan said, shaking his head. "I have the account, yes. But | don’t post

anything. I've never posted there. You have to believe me. Please, I'm not lying."

He dropped to both knees now, pleading with them, close to tears. Angela didn’t say a word. She reached into

his pocket, took his phone, and pressed the power button.

To her surprise, the phone had no password.

Someone who was behind such damaging posts should have locked their phone, hidden their tracks. But this

phone was wide open. It didn’t make sense. Why would someone doing something so risky leave their phone

completely unguarded?

She checked all of Evan’s social media apps. There was nothing connecting him to the account posting those

terrible videos about her. Angela was confused. Her voice cout shaky as she asked, "If you didn’t post those

videos, then who did? The account has your name."

"The account is named Mr. Anonymous, but when Asher traced it, he found that the ID is linked to you. It carries

your nand all your information," Alex explained to Evan.

The boy looked even more confused. "I don’t get it. Is anyone making sense of this?"

Stales turned to Angela. "What do you think?"

Angela nodded slowly. "I think someone used Evan Thatcher's information to open that account. That way, if we

tried to trace it, it would lead us straight to Evan and not the real person behind it."

"I was thinking the sthing," Alex said. He got up and looked at Angela. "Whoever it is, knows we're closing

in. He's going to be more careful now. What should we do next?"

Before Angela could speak, her phone buzzed. Everyone's phone buzzed at the stime. A sharp wave of fear

rushed through her. She swiped up Evan's phone and tapped the notification.

It was another post. Another video had gone viral.

This one showed the moment in combat class when Renn defended her. Then, the next clip showed when she

went to apologize to him—but it had been twisted. It looked like she was making faces behind his back, like she

was mocking him.

"This proves it. The real culprit is still out there," Stales said.

Angela's chest ached. She felt stupid all over again. Her patience was wearing thin. Whoever this person was,

they should face her instead of hiding behind screens and lies. Why couldn't they just tell her what the problem

was?

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"Could he also know about your family? Maybe he knows more about you than we realize," Stales added.

"I don’t know. But | need to do something before the sun goes down."

"We'll talk more about it tonight," Alex said. He looked at her with concern. "I'll do whatever | can. Just trust me,

okay? I'll find a way."

Angela gave a small nod. She was grateful to have them beside her. "Thank you. You two mean a lot to me."

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