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 was

reached into my pocket for the keycard, I couldn’t help

Nothing. Just the hallway.

guy. No

Just silence.

another incident, but something about the lock felt... strange. When I swiped the keycard, the red

Everything was clean, untouched. But one bed was already made up. Neatly. Military

had already

the bed...

Creepy.

down, and let

the hell is going on in this

blink, to students with glowing eyes, to staff who sniff

this weird-ass senior calling me "little lamb" like he’s auditioning for a villain

was all too

to Sara. I needed

even if

I needed to make sure whatever I’d hacked

looked toward

the sun

sky was turning the wrong shade of

Like a warning.

Like blood in water.

I could swear I heard something

*********

postponed the

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.

heard it—a sharp knock at the door, followed by

man! Open up...! Oh God—OH GOD, open

unlock the door. My fingers fumbled, my pulse picking up with the urgency in the voice

open, but before I could even ask what was going on, the figure bolted inside, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the walls shake. I blinked, stunned, as the guy huddled against the door like it might burst

a guy. His features were delicate, almost feminine. He looked like someone who belonged on a runway, not in a dorm room. His pale skin shimmered under the fluorescent

fit in here. It was the way his body shook, trembled with fear. Like he had seen

the other just beneath his shoulder. It was fresh blood. Dark. How had he gotten

this guy in trouble? Was he attacked? Or worse—had he done

didn’t give me the chance. Without a word, he crawled onto the made-up bed across from

had happened

door, unsure of what to do. Should I help him? Call someone?

asked,

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