Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 148

Chapter 148: Orientation

CLARK POV:

After breakfast, things moved fast. Before I could even blink, the group of new students—freshmen like me—were being ushered into this large theater-style room. It reminded me of a mini cinema, except there were no movie posters, no popcorn smells. Just rows and rows of seats and that clean, sterile smell of freshly waxed floors and air-conditioned air.

Everyone was buzzing with excitement. A few students were already recording things on their phones, while others laughed and took selfies in the low, stage-lit ambiance. You could practically taste the nerves mixed with excitement. This was the first real official thing at Memoville, and everyone wanted to make a good first impression—even if it was just to blend in.

I took a seat somewhere near the middle and tried to appear calm. Normal. Unbothered. Which would’ve been easier if my mind wasn’t still replaying everything from last night. Lucas’s face. His fear. His shaking hands. The way he’d whispered monsters.

And then—bam—he shows up.

Right there, just a few rows in front of me.

I nearly choked on my own spit. My eyes locked onto the back of his head, and then as if he felt my stare, he turned around—slow, deliberate—and looked straight at me. Our eyes met. I must have looked like a kicked puppy because his face twitched into something unreadable. Not quite a smirk. Not an apology. Just a tired, guarded expression, like someone caught in a storm they couldn’t explain to anyone.

He didn’t leave.

All that panic, the packing at 5 a.m., the wild eyes, the trembling voice... and now here he was. Sitting like nothing happened. Like he hadn’t terrified me into questioning my own sanity last night.

A fresh wave of anger bubbled in my chest. I clenched my fists in my lap and looked away.

I was such an idiot.

Of course, it had been a prank. That was what seniors and weird roommates did, right? Scare the newbie. See how long it would take to make them cry, pack, or wet the bed. Hazing, psychological edition. Maybe it was some long-running inside joke: "Whoever makes their freshman roommate break first wins a drink at the senior bar."

If I had actually packed up and left with him—God, the entire dorm would’ve laughed at me. They’d probably record it and upload it to some secret Memoville meme page for a laugh.

"IT’S THE MONSTERS FOR ME ?? #freshiefail"

Ugh. I slumped back in my seat.

The orientation itself started smoothly. A woman in her mid-forties, in a very sharp-looking navy suit with the Memoville crest embroidered on her blazer pocket, stepped on stage and welcomed us with a confident smile.

"Welcome to Memoville," she said, voice crisp and clear, echoing through the hall. "This school is not just an academic institution. It is a legacy."

counseling support, library hours, club sign-up events, and a ten-minute promotional video with slightly-too-dramatic background music. The

tried to focus. I

minutes, I found myself

he go through all that—only to show

Was it not a prank? Was it a breakdown? Was he trying to

was it real, and he was

I shook the thoughts

intense eyes? Probably just tired and on energy drinks. The woman at the counter who smelled my documents and said "delicious"? Probably joking. Weird

no one else seemed scared. Nobody else was whispering about monsters or disappearing in the middle of

just me. And Lucas. And maybe too much

okay?" someone beside

I hadn’t noticed before. He wore a plain black hoodie and glasses, looked

forcing a smile. "Just

"Yeah.

would make me sound crazy. And the

my brain wouldn’t

night had felt so off. Maybe it was because of how real Lucas’s fear had looked. You don’t fake that kind of panic. His eyes, his trembling, the two dots of blood on

could it be? There were no monsters. This wasn’t

I sat there, quietly seething and

I stiffened.

something to one of the

a

that,

slideshow. Some overly enthusiastic upperclassmen trying to hype up campus events with a mic that squeaked too

too busy

Lucas hadn’t meant to prank me. Maybe something had scared him—but whatever it was, he was alone in it. Maybe he was going through something

of my neck. It was hot

reality while trying

chatting, making plans. I stayed in my seat for a moment, just

come back. I hadn’t seen him after he left. No idea where

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