Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 150: Blood Cult

Clark POV:

I promised myself I’d never step foot in that ghost‑town again. Every gust of wind past broken windows chills me. Every silent alley whispers of something... cursed. I needed distance from it all. When Sara said she was heading back to her dorm, I took the chance to stumble my way back to my room, hoping for rest before tonight’s fresher bash—or at least a quiet moment to find Lucas and demand answers.

This campus is built like a labyrinth. Every hallway branches off into another. Every door looks identical, every sign misleads. My heart beats faster with every wrong turn as if the walls themselves are out to confuse me. Corridors branch off into identical hallways. Doors look the same. Every turn makes me feel one misstep from being lost forever.

I paused at a deserted wing—long hallway, flickering overhead lights, no sign of life. Silence so heavy it pressed against my head. I thought I heard soft breathing ahead—just when a scream sliced through the air like a blade. It froze me.

A girl’s scream. So filled with terror it felt like her soul was tearing apart. Every instinct screamed stop, but human decency—or stupid curiosity—drew me closer to the classroom door.

I pressed my ear to the cold wood. Her cries twisted, from panic to something unhinged—moans that made my stomach coil. I shook my head—didn’t want to listen—but something darker inside pushed me to look.

I forced myself to peek through the upper glass pane. Light from inside hit the scene: a girl sprawled face down on what must’ve been a teacher’s desk, her limbs unnaturally still. Around her, three figures loomed—two with dark hair I couldn’t clearly see, One was kissing her neck. But there was no tenderness—just darkness, the other one was between her legs kissing I think her inner thigh, and the third one a blonde whose jaw and posture cut through my bones. The blonde bent over her the third—the one I’ll never forget—gripped her wrist, head bent swiftly. At first, I thought he was kissing it—but then, rippling crimson dripped from his jaw. This wasn’t affection. It was feeding. His jaw glistened with blood. Was it his or someone else’s?The others hovered over her thighs—moaning—a distorted hunger twisted on their faces.

My breath caught. My heart thudded. This wasn’t cruelty—it was a carnage masquerading as... ritual? Their enjoyment sent ice through my veins.

Then, the blonde shifted. His head turned toward the door—almost as if he smelled me even before seeing me. Panic steered me back, too slow—he was going to catch me.

hand slammed over my mouth. I tumbled backward, crashing against a chest so hard I nearly knocked the air out of my lungs. Everything spun. I gasped silently into strong muscle until the pressure

but couldn’t. A hand pressed into my back—firm, commanding. I

of that senior who had almost

told you, kid—this place doesn’t

something more dangerous. His body was rigid. His arms locked me

murmured so softly only I heard—then eased me backward, holding me like a frightened child whose parents

me? As if I was the prize? The man behind remained expressionless, uneasy. His grip

girl’s moans echoed in my memory. Blood pulsed hot through my ears. Then the door swung open fully—and the blond returned: jaw

with that same haunting

red stains on his lips and chin, blood still dripping. If it weren’t for the gore, he might have looked like a male

at me—smiling. I

eased from my mouth and gently curled around mine, like a

disturbing

"Come along, kid." He guided me away from the door—or maybe away from the

legs trembled. Did I