Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 144

Chapter 144: Shaken Up Roomie

Clark POV:

What was it with these upperclassmen and their habit of staring like they wanted to eat me or recruit me into a cult?

I stepped back. Just once. Enough to put a breath of space between us.

"Which way to West Hall?" I asked, pointing down the twin hallways like a kid asking which door leads to safety and which to the trap.

He didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he took a slow step forward, his shoes silent on the stone floor.

Then another.

Then he was close—closer than comfortable.

I didn’t realize I was holding my breath until he leaned down slightly, face inches from mine.

"Whichever way you walk..." he murmured, "you’ll still end up where the house wants you to go."

I blinked. "The house?"

He looked around, his expression shifting from mild amusement to something almost reverent. "Memoville. The school. This place... it listens. It chooses. You don’t find a room here. A room finds you."

Okay. That was enough.

The guy was clearly high or one of those creepy drama club types who never broke character.

I gave him a tight smile and started to edge around him. "Cool story, man. Appreciate the ominous vibes."

He didn’t stop me, but he did whisper one last thing as I passed:

"Try not to bleed, little lamb. They can smell it."

My feet froze for half a second before I forced myself to walk.

Walk.

Do not run.

You never run when the predator is still watching.

I picked the right hallway—at least, I think I did. The walls started to have signs again, and after what felt like an hour, I found a wooden door with West Hall Dormitory scrawled above it in gothic lettering.

That

pocket for the keycard, I couldn’t help but look behind me

Nothing. Just the hallway.

tall guy. No rush

Just silence.

another incident, but something about the lock felt... strange. When I swiped the keycard, the red light blinked, then green. The click of the lock echoed

But one bed was already made

had

looks of the bed... he

Creepy.

other mattress, sat down, and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was

hell is going on

students with glowing eyes,

"little lamb" like he’s auditioning for a villain role in some

was all

to talk to Sara. I needed her voice, her sarcasm, her

to hear Clare, even if she’d mock me for being

I needed to make sure whatever I’d hacked

looked toward the

sun was

turning the wrong shade of

Like a warning.

Like blood in water.

walls, I could

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the massive influx of students, the registration was still ongoing. They’d postponed the orientation until tomorrow morning, after everyone was registered

the bed and turning to finish making it. I arranged the pillows meticulously, trying to focus on something mundane, but my mind kept wandering. I should have been used to these kinds of spaces by now. New rooms, new faces, new places to hack, but the odd energy of the campus was getting to me. The eerie way the hallway seemed to stretch on endlessly. The way people stared too long,

shirts into the drawer, I heard it—a sharp knock at

Open up...! Oh God—OH

My fingers fumbled, my pulse picking up with the urgency in the voice outside. I wasn’t sure if it was a joke, some

going on, the figure bolted inside, slamming the door behind him with a

almost feminine. He looked like someone who belonged on a runway, not in a dorm room. His pale skin shimmered under the fluorescent lights, and his eyes were wide—wide with terror. His breath was ragged, like he’d been running for

wasn’t the beauty that caught my attention. It wasn’t the delicate features or the sense that he didn’t quite fit in here. It was the

the room—one on his shirt collar, the other just beneath his shoulder. It was fresh blood. Dark. How had he gotten blood on him in the first

trouble? Was he

ask, but he didn’t give me the chance. Without a word, he crawled onto the made-up bed across from mine, his body curling into itself. He looked like a child, hiding from the

the hell had happened to

door, unsure of what to do. Should I help him? Call someone? I didn’t know if

alright?" I asked, my voice quieter than I

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