A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 302: Who Is Mr. Slade? II.

Angela bit her lower lip. Damn, this was not how she wanted Marcus to find out about Mr. Slade. She had planned to sit him down, explain everything clearly, and make sure he wouldn’t get angry with her mates for kidnapping Eliza. But now, things were going wrong.

"Like seriously, who is he?" Bellezza’s voice came from behind Marcus. She walked closer to where the girls sat, her sharp eyes studying each of them. She could hear their heartbeats, all racing fast, as if they were hiding something. "Okay, girls. Don’t be scared. We just want to know what’s going on, right?"

"Yes, why are they holding back?" Marcus asked, confusion written all over his face. He didn’t want to pressure his daughter, but something was clearly wrong. The look on her face made his chest tighten.

"No one," Hailey said quickly, clapping her palms together with a forced smile, trying to lighten the mood. But it didn’t help.

"Come on, girls," Bellezza said softly. "It’s obvious that this Mr. Slade is someone important. I can see it in your faces." She moved closer and sat on the arm of the couch where Angela sat. Gently, she brushed Angela’s hair back, kissed her forehead, and whispered, "Can you tell us, please? If you don’t, your father will be restless. He hates it when you’re not happy."

Angela nodded slowly, her eyes closed for a moment as she gathered courage. She had wanted to explain everything in her own way, not like this, not in front of everyone. Now she had to be careful with every word.

"Okay, Bellezza," she finally said in a low voice. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

"Good," Bellezza said with a soft smile. She smoothed Angela’s hair before standing up again. Her eyes lingered on the girl with quiet worry, hoping whatever Angela was about to say wouldn’t tear the family apart.

Angela opened her eyes and cleared her throat, trying to steady her voice. She was grateful for Marcus’s patience. He didn’t rush her or raise his voice, just waited, his gaze calm but heavy.

"Mr. Slade used to be a tutor at the academy," she began softly. "He worked in the technical department. Once, I received a blood threat, so my friend and I went to confront a suspect on the—"

"Wait," Marcus cut in, raising a hand. He pressed his index finger into his left ear as if he didn’t hear her right. "What did you say? A blood threat?"

"Yes," Angela nodded nervously, rubbing her palms together. She knew this part would make him angry, and she wasn’t wrong.

"Who is the stupid person who gave you a death threat? Who is the fool?" Marcus’s brows knitted tightly as anger surged through him. His voice carried the tone of an Alpha ready to hunt.

"Give us a name, Angela," Bellezza said sharply, her voice laced with fury. "No one dares mess with the daughter of the Malynster... no one."

"The guy who did that is dead," Angela finally answered, glancing at Hailey for support. Hailey gave a small nod, confirming her words.

Marcus and Bellezza both sighed at the same time, stepping back a little as their anger slowly faded. The tension in the room softened, but Marcus’s eyes still burned.

"I was about to hold your mates responsible too," he said firmly. "If they can’t protect you, then they are not capable of being your mates."

Bellezza rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. Her brother was quick to blame, forgetting that the boys were barely twenty-two. They were still in the academy, learning how to lead, yet they had done well enough to keep Angela safe this long.

"You shouldn’t blame the boys for everything," Bellezza said calmly. "They’ve protected your daughter for a long time. I believe they’ll keep doing even better."

Marcus hissed under his breath and turned back to Angela. "So how did the guy die? Did you—"

"No," Angela cut in quickly, shaking her head. Her voice trembled. "I would never do that. Not to Evan. He didn’t deserve it. He was a victim," She drew in a deep breath, lowering her gaze. "Let me continue from where I stopped."

"Sure, love," Bellezza said with a soft nod, giving Angela the time she needed.

Angela took a deep breath before continuing. "So after I confronted this Evan guy, Mr. Slade got angry and summoned the Alphas. He tried to turn them against me... it was like I was wrong about Evan. Soon, the whole academy thought my friends and I were liars."

"That’s terrible of him," Seraphina said, shaking her head. Her expression showed clear disapproval of Mr. Slade’s actions.

"Wait till you hear the rest," Hailey muttered under her breath.

"Go ahead," Marcus said firmly, crossing his arms across his chest. His deep voice carried calm authority. Seraphina couldn’t help admiring him—the way he stood, patient yet protective, made her heart flutter.

Angela swallowed hard and continued, "But my mates didn’t believe him. They stood by me. We began to investigate, with Kaito leading the way. Meanwhile, one of my mates, Hiro, went searching of my past and he got shot. They didn’t want him to find out about me, so it became serious. We had to divide into groups to uncover who killed Evan, what they wanted from me, and... to learn about my real family."

"You see?" Bellezza said, turning to her brother with a pointed look. "I told you the boys tried their best."

Marcus didn’t reply. His expression was unreadable.

"Can you continue?" Bellezza asked gently.

"To cut the story short," Angela said, her voice trembling a little as beads of sweat formed on her forehead, "Mr. Slade wasn’t just an ordinary teacher like he claimed. He’s a medical practitioner...and he’s connected to the threats, the gunshots, everything. His brother, Dr. Dylan, is a well-known scientist from the town I grew up in."

"Dr. Dylan?" Bellezza repeated, confusion washing over her face.

"Yes," Angela said, leaning forward a little, hoping the name would mean something to them. "Do you know him?"

"No," Bellezza replied, glancing at her brother. "Do you?"

Marcus shook his head slowly. "Never heard of them. What’s the issue?"

Angela’s shoulders sank as disappointment filled her eyes. Her hope faded as she whispered, "He’s creating werewolves... scientifically."

"You know what’s really annoying, Marcus?" Hailey said suddenly, breaking the heavy silence. When she noticed everyone’s attention shift to her, she continued, her voice firm. "He’s been using humans for his experiments, and it’s been a complete failure. Their bodies can’t handle it—their features come out twisted, nothing like real werewolves. Then he tried the same thing on a werewolf named Kael, but it went wrong. In the end, Angela saved him."

"What do you mean she saved him?" Bellezza asked sharply, her curiosity rising. Too much had happened in that academy without any report reaching her. Why hadn’t Miss Valois called for help? What was that woman’s purpose in hiding it all?

"They said my blood could heal," Angela admitted softly, her fingers fidgeting on her lap. "So... I tried it on Kael. And it worked." She paused, glancing at their faces, unsure if it was wise to say more.

But Bellezza and Marcus didn’t look surprised...only troubled. It was clear they already knew something.

Angela’s voice dropped lower. "Mr. Slade said Dr. Dylan believes my blood can grant immortality. That’s why he’s after me."

Marcus froze, his expression shifting from disbelief to shock. His eyes darted to Bellezza, who looked equally stunned.

"They know now, brother," Bellezza finally whispered, her eyes wide and her voice trembling. The girls had never seen her like that before...and it sent a chill down their spines.

"What do you mean by they know now?" Angela asked, her voice trembling as she pushed herself up from the couch. Fear began to crawl up her chest. Something wasn’t right. "Did you know that I had such a gift?"

"Yes," Marcus said quietly, his tone firm but heavy. "But that part was excluded from the prophecy." He took a deep breath, his gaze distant as if recalling something from long ago. "It was never supposed to be known. My mother made sure of it so they wouldn’t come after you. I was there when she wrote the final draft. The immortality part was removed before the prophecy was shared."

Angela’s heart pounded faster. The more she heard, the less sense it made. Kaito had told her that the prophecy given to the packs didn’t mention anything about immortality but Mr. Slade claimed it was there, only hidden. So how did he know?

Her thoughts spun in confusion. Maybe no one removed it... maybe someone added it later. Someone who wanted the world to know what she carried in her blood. Someone who had access to the scrolls...someone close enough to the Malynster family.

Her breath hitched as the question burned in her mind. Who could it be? Could the traitor be someone from her own bloodline?