CHAPTER 58: A FUCKING RED DRESS!

Kaito could tell something was wrong with her, but he couldn’t figure out what exactly. He told her to rest and left for Taros’ place. She nodded, pretending to be fine, and watched him walk away.

As soon as the door closed, Angela brought out her phone and stared at the screen. It was almost time to meet Renn. She wouldn’t have gone if he hadn’t found out her secret.

Out of fear of being exposed, she had no choice. She had to deal with him.

Angela glanced at the mirror. She was in an oversized shirt and loose trousers. The message had told her to look hot. She frowned. The idea of putting on a dress just to see Renn made her sick. Maybe he would like it, but her? She hated the thought of it.

They were never friends. He had never been kind. Now he wanted her to act normal around him? Like nothing had happened? That wasn’t going to happen.

She would show up in the same clothes she wore every day. If he dared to talk about it, she would remind him there were no female clothes in an all-boys academy. And that was true. Every single uniform she had gotten was meant for a boy.

Angela ran her hand through her short hair, trying to calm herself. Something told her that things were about to change. Maybe Renn would expose her. Maybe he would go to Principal Valois. The only way to stop him was to agree to whatever he wanted.

She reached the door but didn’t open it right away. The thought of giving in to his demands made her feel sick. What if he asked for something she couldn’t give? Something too big to risk? What then?

She finally stepped out and shut the door behind her. Her steps were slow at first as she moved down the stairs, her mind spinning.

A part of her wanted to turn back, wait for Kaito to return. Maybe she could tell him everything. Maybe he would understand.

But Kaito was hard to predict. He had been kind lately, but what if he changed the moment he learned the truth? What if he handed her over to the principal? West House couldn’t afford to lose another point. He might not take that risk for her.

Angela sighed and picked up her pace, heading straight for the path that led to the East House. Her mind was full of thoughts. How was she going to convince Renn to keep her secret? He was so annoying. One moment he acted like a sweet person, and the next, he was rude, sarcastic, and impossible to deal with.

Her phone buzzed, dragging her out of her thoughts. It was a message from him. She rolled her eyes and opened it.

Don’t be late, Babe, or there will be punishment.

Angela nearly threw the phone across the street. She was already stressed, and instead of calming her nerves, he was sending messages just to annoy her. She was on her way already. There was still time. What was his problem? Was he that eager to ruin her life?

Even with the anger boiling inside her, Angela didn’t slow down. She kept moving until she arrived at the East House, praying no one would notice her. But things never worked out easily for her. A few senior boys were standing outside, chatting loudly. She didn’t greet them. She didn’t even look their way. She just walked past quietly, hoping not to draw any attention.

She had already checked where Renn’s room was. Without wasting time, she climbed to the last floor and stood in front of his door. She knocked once, then stood still, waiting. Her eyes drifted to the open space beside the stairs. The drop from that height to the ground looked deep.

A dark thought crossed her mind. What if she pushed him down when he came out? Just one push, and it would all be over. She chuckled quietly at herself. It would solve everything. No more threats. No more pressure.

But she wasn’t a killer. She couldn’t do it, not even to someone like him. He was her mate, after all, and despite how twisted everything felt, there was still a strange pull between them.

Besides, Renn wasn’t just any Alpha. He had powers. Real powers. If he caught a hint of her thoughts, he could destroy her in a second.

Angela shook her head and cursed herself under her breath. How could she even think of something so foolish?

Suddenly, the door creaked open. No one had touched it. It just opened by itself.

Angela froze. Then she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No matter what was waiting for her inside that room, she had to remain calm, respectful, and do whatever it took to protect herself.

As soon as Angela stepped into the room, she saw him. Renn was already seated at a table set for two. He wore a black top and trousers, his red hair falling slightly over his face, giving him that dangerous look that made her heart skip even when she didn’t want it to.

But it wasn’t just the way he looked. It was how he sat—relaxed, his arms crossed, like he owned everything around him. He wasn’t even sitting properly. It was as if he was showing off on purpose. Angela found herself wondering why he didn’t just lie on the bed instead. It would have suited his lazy pose better.

A pair of dark glasses rested loosely on his nose, and a toothpick sat between his lips. She tried not to pay attention to how hot he looked, but it was hard to ignore. He reminded her of a rebel biker she once saw in a movie—someone reckless, bold, and too sure of himself.

The room was large with two beds, a wardrobe, and a fridge. There were a few other things she didn’t care about, but the table caught her eye. Two empty glasses stood beside a wine bottle whose name she couldn’t make out. Two plates lay upside down with cutlery placed neatly beside them, and a single rose rested on the table right in front of him.

Angela frowned. Why all this? He was acting like the perfect host, but she had been dragged here.

"Good evening, Alpha," she said, standing near the door, waiting for him to invite her in properly.

He didn’t respond. She tried to read his expression, but the glasses made it hard to know what he was thinking.

"I’m here," she added quietly.

Still, silence. Then finally, his deep voice cut through the air, making her shiver.

"You’re four minutes late. And you didn’t follow the dress code."

His tone wasn’t loud, but it was sharp.

"I had to wait for my roommate to leave before I came," Angela replied, forcing herself to stay calm. "And this is my first time here. It wasn’t easy finding the East House."

"You wanted a pickup? Next time, let me know earlier," Renn said casually.

Angela stared at him. Next time? The way he said it like it was normal made her chest tighten. There wasn’t going to be a next time. This had to end today.

"Sit. Why should I make you stand?"

Renn stood and pulled the other chair out for her. She hesitated but sat.

"So, your excuse for not dressing hot?" he asked, looking at her with interest.

"You know very well I was never going to do that," Angela replied. "There are no female clothes in a male academy. Everything I have is a boy’s uniform."

"I knew you’d come up with that excuse. That’s why I got something ready for you."

He stood and walked to the wardrobe. She tried not to look, but the way he stretched to reach for something made her glance up without meaning to. Her lips parted slightly. She hated that he always caught her off guard like this.

Then he turned around, holding a red dress.

"Wear this, babe."