Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha
Chapter 152
Chapter 152: Freshers’ Bash (ii)
CLARK POV
Finding the location this time wasn’t hard. All I had to do was follow the noise and the crowd—like moths to a flame, the new students were already flocking toward the bash with excitement painted across their faces. Laughter, music, perfume, and cologne mingled in the air, a sharp contrast to the chill of dread still lodged in my bones.
It felt... surreal.
The building—one of the larger conference halls—had been transformed. Lights of every color bounced off the walls, spinning, blinking, casting shadows that moved faster than my eyes could follow. The beat of the music pulsed through the floor, vibrating in my shoes, in my ribs. Some freshmen were already tipsy, dancing like they had just escaped prison. Others were trying too hard to look cool, adjusting collars, sipping cheap drinks with pretentious straws.
It looked like something out of a teen drama series.
Too perfect.
Too alive.
If I hadn’t seen what I’d seen earlier, I probably would’ve been fooled too.
The place resembled some kind of upscale club—a poor man’s version, maybe, but the energy was electric. Glittering dresses. Loud laughter. Flashing lights. I couldn’t help but think: this would be the perfect hunting ground if you were a predator.
Like them.
And just like that, the thought soured everything.
I pushed through the growing throng of students, eyes darting left and right, scanning every face I could find. The problem wasn’t that I didn’t know what Sara looked like—it was that everyone looked like a stranger under the flashing lights.
Where the hell are you, Sara?
I kept moving, brushing past a group of girls taking selfies, avoiding a drunken guy already spilling his drink on his shirt. The air was thick—too warm, too loud. I hated it.
Then I noticed something else. Something that made the hair on my arms rise.
The party wasn’t just full of freshmen.
There were others. Older students—at least I hoped they were students. They stood out immediately. Taller. Better dressed. More... composed. They weren’t dancing. They were watching. Leaning against walls, eyes scanning the crowd, calm amid the chaos.
Predators in a room full of prey.
I felt it. The same feeling I had back in that hallway. That strange pull of danger. Like walking into a room filled with smiling masks but knowing there’s something sharp underneath each one.
Were they seniors?
Had they invited themselves? Or were they meant to be here?
Please don’t let them be part of that... blood cult or whatever the hell that was.
I shook the thought off and kept looking. It didn’t matter right now. I just had to find Sara.
And then, as if summoned by thought, I spotted her—just a glimpse of her in the crowd. She was laughing at something, head tilted back, her hair catching the light, sparkling like gold. She wore a short dark red dress that clung to her hips and flared out at the hem. She looked happy. Alive. Untouched.
And surrounded.
Two guys were standing close—too close—smiling, leaning in. One had hair so black it looked blue under the lights. The other had that easy charm, polished and practiced, the kind that came with knowing exactly what kind of effect he had on people.
I didn’t like them.
My gut twisted. I pushed forward, weaving through the crowd with purpose.
"Clark!" she called when she saw me. Her smile widened, genuine. "You made it!"
Yeah. I made it.
But now I had to make sure she made it out.
I reached Sara, I
That flicker.
subtle shift in the expressions of the two guys standing next to her. Their smiles didn’t falter, but something in their eyes sharpened. I wasn’t welcome—no words had to be said. They were doing
Sara? Well, she was oblivious. Her face lit up when she saw me, like I’d just made her night ten
arm lightly, her perfume warm and familiar. "I knew you’d change
changed my mind. Because I couldn’t let you walk into a goddamn
going through about seventeen different mental breakdowns at once. "Wouldn’t miss it for the
had more
two guys
that I was closer, I got a better look. And Jesus, they looked like they had stepped out of a Calvin Klein ad—flawless skin, sharp features, a certain... polish. Too good to be real.
Dead.
Soulless.
I was a roach scuttling
was about to say something—anything—when I felt it. That presence. Like static
Then she appeared.
The redhead.
Her.
leaned too close. Who
like she owned the place, every eye following her. Her red curls spilled down her back like molten fire, and her lips
She saw me instantly.
And smiled.
the flirty kind of smile you throw across a dancefloor. No, this was
my side. I was one hundred percent sure she was part of whatever the hell was going on here—the same blood cult thing those
I felt Sara’s fingers slip from
at her. She was watching the redhead approach. And then,
She winked at me.
Winked.
something. Like I was a player
actual fuck,
from me, back to the two clowns beside her. She leaned in toward one, laughing at something he whispered in
I wanted to scream.
Or shake her.
just drag her the hell out
by step, her heels clicking
Too late to run.
Too late to hide.
poisoned honey, "I was hoping I’d run into
she was deciding which part of me she wanted to
you?" she asked, her voice soft, lilting—meant to disarm, to seduce. But there was something behind it,
My spine stiffened.
it matter to her whether I’d had a
drugged? Laced with something to dull your sense of fear? To make you compliant?
head, forcing a casual shrug I didn’t
Lame. I know.
searching the crowd—Sara.
Gone.
flutter of her curls. No flash of her sequined dress. And the two guys? Vanished, like ghosts into mist. Like they had never been
What the actual hell?
I called, pushing through the
behind me, louder now. Sharper. Like a
her glaring at me, eyes narrowed. Her lips were curled into the tight smile of someone who was losing
swallowed. "Sorry, I—uh—I
the book. Her expression said it all. She didn’t believe me for a
tilted her head and said sweetly, "You can run, Clark... but you can’t
said it like a
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In Chapter 152 of the Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha Novel series, Rowena, an early-blooming Omega, discovers that Beta Charles is her mate. She hopes he'll accept her, but he rejects her publicly due to their societal differences and his girlfriend Clara. Rowena feels heartbroken and isolated. Despite training with her mother and dreaming of changing her family's status, Charles' rejection shatters her hopes. As she leaves the pack house, an unexpected surprise awaits her.... Will this Chapter 152 author Glorious Alpha mention any details. Follow Chapter 152 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha Chapter 152
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 152