Chapter 231: Let The Boy Go!
Angela was done changing. She wanted to step outside for a walk, to breathe and calm herself, because she was too angry with her mate and with her own heart for letting everything get to her. She needed the air, something to take away the storm raging inside her.
"Are you sure you want to go for a walk?" Taros asked carefully. He didn’t look convinced that she only wanted fresh air. A part of him feared she was planning something else that she hadn’t told him.
"Yes, sir Taros," Angela replied, her voice holding both irritation and surprise. "Do I need your permission for everything now?"
"No... not permission," he answered, looking troubled. "I’m only thinking about you, about what the doctor advised."
Angela felt her patience slip. She shouldn’t be annoyed, yet she was. "You’re also a doctor. You can change the instructions if you want. You could even add an evening walk to it," she said with a faint smile that quickly faded. She combed through her hair, fixed her wig, and stared at herself in the mirror.
"I know you’re angry," Taros said, his tone heavy. "But don’t turn it on me as if I’m at fault for caring about you." His unhappy face made her heart twist. She hadn’t realized her words had cut so deep.
Angela walked to him and wrapped her arms around his frame, her voice breaking softly. "I’m sorry. I’m just so pissed at everything that has happened. I didn’t mean to hurt you too."
"It’s okay," he whispered, his hand brushing gently against her hair. He leaned down and kissed her cheek with tenderness. She turned, brushed her lips against his for the briefest moment, then pulled away from the hug with a small sigh.
"Will you come with me?" Angela asked, her voice calmer now, her smile fragile but real.
Taros nodded and opened the door for her. She gave him a grateful look. "Thank you, Taros. You’re such a gentleman. I’m really lucky to have you."
"You are the most precious thing I’ve ever found," he said as he locked the door behind them.
They walked down the stairs together and stepped outside. The air was alive with the noise of students around them, some playing games, others sparring or chatting in groups.
"How do you feel now?" Taros asked, watching her closely.
Angela closed her eyes, letting the cool breeze touch her face. She laughed softly and inhaled deeply, then exhaled with relief. "The wind welcomed me. It feels good... and I feel special because I’m with you."
"I feel more special to have you in my life," Taros whispered, and Angela giggled softly, moving a few steps ahead of him. One of his classmates walked over to speak with him, and Taros turned to her. "Don’t go far. I’ll join you in a minute, Angel."
Angela stepped out through the gate. Of course, she was going to listen to him and not wander far. But as soon as she came outside, her eyes caught sight of three students beating up a smaller boy. From the way they carried themselves, it was clear they were werewolves, and the boy they held down was human.
One of the werewolf boys ordered the others to pin the human to the ground so he could handle him himself. Angela’s first instinct was to look away. She told herself it wasn’t her business. The last time she defended humans, she was painted as the villain, and that wound still stung. Maybe this time it was safer to mind her own business.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t turn her heart away. In that boy’s struggle, she saw herself. She remembered how it felt when she first came here, how they had tried to drag her down. If she hadn’t been strong enough to resist, she wouldn’t have even had a chance to begin.
The truth was simple. These werewolves had been bullying the human students for too long, and someone had to stop them. Whether she liked it or not, that someone was her.
Angela sighed, her steps carrying her toward them even though she had promised herself she wouldn’t get involved again. Maybe fate was testing her too.
When Angela reached them, she folded her arms across her chest and stood firm. "Will you let the boy go?"
The tallest among them turned to her with a sneer. "No, Angel. How about I make you eat some sand instead?" he shouted before turning back to the human boy.
"I said let him go," she began, but another one of them, the one holding the human down, cut her off.
"You should be grateful you’re not the one trapped like this. Being Alpha Kaito’s boy has saved you many times, but don’t think we’ll let you get in our way today."
"Yes, spoiled little boy," the tallest one added, spitting as he yelled in her face. The sight of his saliva made Angela’s stomach turn. She could also see the human’s eyes dim with hopelessness, as if he no longer believed she would help him.
"Really?" she gave a short, bitter laugh, though her hands were already curling into fists. Her primal power surged, refusing to be contained.
In a heartbeat she slammed her fist into the tallest boy’s face. He staggered back, but she didn’t stop there. She twisted his arm behind his back until he cried out in pain, then used her strength to throw him to the ground. He landed flat on his back, and before he could rise, she straddled him and rained blows on him, determined to make him feel every ounce of the pain he had given others.
The others froze, shock written all over their faces. They tried to run, but Angela was faster. She caught them by the neck, one in each hand, her grip unyielding.
"You will listen, won’t you?" she hissed, before smashing their heads together with a sickening crack. They groaned in pain. She threw the first to the ground with a hard punch to the jaw, then turned to the second and delivered a sharp combat kick Renn had once taught her. He flew backward and collapsed face first.
They realized then that she was no ordinary person. She was a werewolf. The shock of it alone weakened their will to fight.