Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 154

Chapter 154: The School Monsters

Clark POV:

That sentence did more than shake me.

It broke the spell that had frozen me in place.

I turned.

And ran.

But I didn’t get far.

From the shadows of the room — those corners I hadn’t dared look at before — something moved. No, leaped. A blur of snarling, growling muscle, all fur and fangs and pure nightmare.

A shadow dog. No, not a dog — not really. Something worse. Bigger. Thicker. Made of fur and long fierce jaws filled with sharp teeth and something even deeper, like it didn’t exist entirely in this world. The thing slammed into the wall just inches from my head, claws gouging through the concrete like cardboard.

I screamed. My legs almost gave out.

Another one followed it. Then a third. They were crawling out of the darkness like it was a door.

Three in total. Each had the outline of a hound but the wrong anatomy. Their joints bent the wrong way. Their eyes didn’t reflect light — they drank it. Their fur shifted unnaturally, like smoke clinging to a shape that didn’t want to be seen clearly.

One opened its jaws and let out a low, unnatural growl. The sound made my teeth hurt.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

I turned back and bolted into the hallway. My shoes slapped hard against the tile. My breath came in harsh gasps. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.


They were behind me.

I could hear them — the scraping of claws, the deep, almost wet-sounding snorts as they sniffed the air behind me. One howled. It didn’t sound like a wolf. It sounded like a dying child wrapped in a bear’s growl.

I shot through the narrow hallway, barely dodging fallen scaffolding and busted tiles. My shoulder clipped a doorway, and pain flared, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t.

I didn’t know where I was going.

I just knew I had to get out.

Had to survive.

Had to tell someone—anyone—what the hell I’d just seen.

Except... who would believe me?

"I walked in on werewolves doing God-knows-what to a girl in a sealed building" wasn’t exactly going to get me anything other than a padded room.

And what if that girl had wanted it? No... no, Clark, stop thinking like that. You saw her eyes. You saw her face.

It wasn’t lust.

It was terror.

I rounded a corner and nearly crashed into an overturned desk. My shin hit the edge and I went sprawling.


"FUCK!" I shouted, barely catching myself.

There was a locker door ahead. I didn’t think. I dove toward it, yanked it open, crawled inside — knees tight to chest — and pulled it shut.

Darkness. My heartbeat slammed in my ears so loud it drowned out everything else.

Then... footsteps.

Not the padded ones of the creatures. These were... barefoot.

Deliberate. Slow. Echoing.

A shadow passed the narrow slits of the locker vent. It was tall. Too tall. The hallway light flickered, and for one brief second, I saw a silhouette — hunched over, arms too long, neck too thin. Not human.

its fingers along the lockers. Not claws — fingers.

knew I was

lecture room?

with both hands, praying to a God I wasn’t sure

The scratching stopped.

right at the


"You smell like fear."

blood turned to ice. I squeezed

again, fading. A beat passed. Then

Was it gone?

Was it—

SLAM!

screamed, falling

"kid?"

My eyes snapped open.

Reed.

look, arms folded, his yellowish-ringed eyes glowing faintly in

he muttered, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me to my feet like I

they wouldn’t come out. My mouth opened


into the old wing?" he asked.

I choked out. "There were these—these things—wolf-faced guys. And

a sharp look. "You saw too

and—and she disappeared and

said. "You’re panicking. Stop breathing like that. They can still hear

at

is just some ordinary university? kid, there are corridors on this campus that you shouldn’t exist. Rooms that were

head, listening. The hall was quiet

Too quiet.

lucky you, I’m sentimental

about this? You—you knew they were

the answer to that. But I’ll give you one hint, Clark—this university isn’t a place for people like you. You were supposed to blend in. Stay in

in ever so slightly — not enough to break


seen your face. They’ve smelled

muttered. "I don’t believe in vampires or werewolves

close again, his lips barely an inch from

let’s hope they don’t believe

again—like before—Reed yanked me by the

attack. Like someone annoyed they were once again stuck babysitting a suicidal cat who kept wandering into

pounding so loud it echoed in my ears. The distant

It didn’t.

Not even close.

before. All the excited chatter had faded, replaced with cold silence and the click-click-click of Reed’s boots

But then—

I heard it.

A sound.

Whimpering.

just around the corner behind

breath caught in my throat. It didn’t sound human. Or maybe it did, and that made it worse. That breathy, wet sound of someone—or something—crying, or gasping through pain or hunger

turned slightly, just enough to glance over my

was swallowed in shadow. Too dark. Too quiet. Like the air was thick

stop. But

narrowed as he stared down the

darkness would’ve exploded into ash. He stared at it like he dared whatever was behind the corner to

he yanked me again, harder this time, pulling me in the opposite direction.

that?" I whispered, not

He didn’t respond.

Didn’t have to.

posture said:

wasn’t for

eyes scanning every shadow

him now felt even more

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