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

for the keycard, I

Nothing. Just the hallway.

guy. No rush of

Just silence.

made it to my dorm room without another incident, but something about the lock felt... strange. When I swiped the keycard, the red light blinked, then

was clean, untouched. But one bed was already made up. Neatly. Military style. With a duffel

had

of the

Creepy.

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

the hell is going

people who don’t blink, to students with glowing eyes, to staff who sniff documents like they’re

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

all too

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

needed to hear Clare, even if she’d

I needed to make sure whatever I’d hacked into... hadn’t landed me in something way bigger

looked toward

the sun was

the sky was turning the

Like a warning.

Like blood in water.

the walls, I could swear

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was still ongoing. They’d postponed the orientation until tomorrow morning, after everyone was registered and placed properly in the system. Great. More

new faces, new places to hack, but the odd energy of the campus was getting to me. The eerie way the hallway seemed to

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

up...! Oh God—OH

pulse picking up with the urgency in the voice outside.

bolted inside, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the

who belonged on a runway, not in a

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

of crimson caught my eye as he stumbled across the room—one on his shirt collar, the other just beneath his shoulder. It was

stomach twisted. Was this guy in trouble? Was he attacked? Or worse—had

a word, he crawled onto the made-up bed across from mine, his body curling into

the hell had happened to

Should I help him? Call someone? I didn’t know if he was in trouble or if he was the

alright?" I asked, my voice

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