A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy-Chapter 310: Would You Like To Meet The Rest?

Angela listened carefully as her father talked about the kind of woman her mother was. He handed her a photo, and she gasped softly. They looked so much alike. The long black hair, the pointy nose, the soft lips. But it was the hazel eyes that caught her attention...the same eyes staring back at her in the mirror every day.

"I look like her," Angela said with a small smile. She felt a warm feeling inside her chest. People had always said she looked like Grace, but now she knew the truth. "She’s so beautiful."

Marcus nodded slowly, holding back his tears as he watched his daughter stare at the photo. He still couldn’t believe she was sitting next to him. His little girl. If only her mother was here with them, their family would have been whole.

"I missed out on her," Angela said quietly, her fingers tracing the photo. "I wish I got to spend even a few moments with her." Her voice trembled. She didn’t want to cry. She wanted to believe her mother was in a better place, waiting for the day they would meet again.

"I’m so sorry you missed out," Marcus said in a low voice filled with guilt. "I failed you. I should have protected your mother and made sure you were never separated from us."

Angela shook her head gently. "It wasn’t your fault," she said, refusing to let him carry the blame. She knew he had suffered too. Losing a fated mate was a pain that never went away. "What’s done is done. We can’t change the past. What we can do now is find who did it and get justice for her."

Marcus smiled faintly, though his eyes were heavy with sadness. "We will, my dear." Without another word, Angela leaned against him. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close. For a moment, they stayed like that, finding comfort in each other’s warmth before slowly pulling apart.

"Are you going to tell me the story your aunt was telling you?" Marcus asked softly.

Bellezza, who had been quietly sitting opposite them, looked up in surprise. She hadn’t expected him to bring that up. Did he overhear them?

"Don’t look so shocked, sister," Marcus said, turning to her. "I heard you talking about Eliza and Taylor."

"Someone had to. I just figured it had to be me," Bellezza said, rubbing her neck as she tried to avoid her brother’s gaze. She knew he must be angry with her for telling his daughter about his past.

"Please don’t be mad. I really wanted to know," Angela said gently, her voice soft and filled with concern. When Marcus looked at her and saw the plea in her eyes, his frown slowly faded.

"Oh my sweet daughter," Marcus murmured and kissed her forehead tenderly. Then he turned to his sister with a half smile. "Your aunt is taking advantage of me because she knows I won’t do anything that will make you sad."

"I’m not taking advantage of you, Marcus. She only wanted to know a little about your past with Eliza, and I told her," Bellezza said, flipping her hair behind her shoulder. She smiled faintly, but her brother’s expression showed he wasn’t amused.

"I would have told her myself," Marcus said after a pause, his tone calm but firm. He turned back to Angela. "Maybe not now, but later. Whatever happened back then with Eliza has nothing to do with you today. You have nothing to fear. You are with me."

Angela swallowed hard and looked at him with teary eyes. "W-what if my mates hurt Eliza?" she asked in a trembling voice. Ever since they left, she had been filled with fear that something terrible might have happened. If only Kaito or Taros had answered her calls, she would have felt better.

Marcus sighed deeply as he looked at his daughter. "Let that not be the case," he said quietly. "Because if it is, my hands will be tied. I will be forced to protect my daughter first."

Angela’s heart skipped. His words made her panic. What did he mean by that? Was he afraid of his brother? Was Taylor really that dangerous?

"You can’t do that to me," she muttered, her voice breaking. "They are my mates."

"Yes, they are your mates, and I promised to protect them if they bring Eliza back safe," Marcus said, his voice calm but firm. "I can stop Eliza from telling Taylor the truth, or even stand against Taylor since she’s not hurt. But if she is, I won’t be able to defend the boys."

"There’s something you need to understand, my dear," Bellezza spoke softly. She wanted to support her niece, but this was beyond emotions. The family had ancient rules, and anyone who broke them paid the price. "We have laws that guide our family. We fight among ourselves, yes, but we can never harm one another. If your mates hurt Eliza, it means war has been declared, and that would put you in danger too. Your father doesn’t want that."

"I don’t want us to fight or argue over this," Marcus said, trying to bring peace to the tense moment. "If Eliza has done something wrong to your mates, they should come to me. I know how to handle her and make sure justice is served."

Angela nodded quietly, though a strange fear stirred in her chest. She didn’t know why she had this bad feeling about her mates. Reaching into her pocket, she took out her phone and tapped the screen, hoping to see a call or a message from them. There was nothing.

"Come on now, enough talk about Eliza," Bellezza said, breaking the silence with a light smile. "Would you like to meet the rest of the family? You could start learning how to use your powers and discover many other things about who you are."

"That sounds interesting," Angela said with a small smile. "I actually wrote down a few things I’d like to do with my father today." She opened her purse and pulled out a folded piece of paper. As she read through her list silently, she didn’t notice that both Marcus and Bellezza were staring at her in surprise.

When she finally looked up, she tried to smile. "What’s going on? Why are you both looking at me like that?"

"You just called him father," Bellezza said quickly, trying to hold back her excitement. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Angela.