Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha
Chapter 156
Chapter 156: Monsters are Real
CLARK POV
"I said now," he snapped, and the music seemed to dip for just a second—like even the bass itself feared him.
I wanted to run. God knows I did. But...
"I... I don’t know the way," I mumbled, barely audible under the pulse of music, laughter, and murmured sins around me.
But he heard me.
Of course he did.
He closed his eyes and let out the kind of sigh that said I’m-this-close-to-snapping-your-neck. His fingers pressed to his temple, like just existing near me was giving him a migraine.
"Okay... let’s go," he muttered finally, rubbing his head like I was some slow, lost child who’d wet himself at a shopping mall.
"But—my friend—Sara," I tried again, voice shaking. I wasn’t trying to be brave. I was just trying to survive. Trying not to let her disappear into this twisted, glossy hell like a breath in the cold.
That’s when he stopped walking and turned.
And if looks could kill, I’d be a chalk outline on the tiled floor right now.
"Listen here, little lamb," he said, voice low, dangerous, like something ancient had stirred behind his eyes. "I am not your friend. Not your hero. You’re just lucky my demons find your scent interesting, or you’d already be drained, buried, and forgotten."
And just like that—
He threw me over his shoulder.
Like a sack of potatoes.
I didn’t even have time to yelp.
He strode through the party, past the strobe lights and perfume haze, as if none of this madness touched him. No one batted an eye. Not even when he walked straight toward the exit with a whole ass human flailing on his shoulder.
Then, somewhere between the hallway and the front door, another voice piped up.
"Ohhh, Prince Blaze, I see you’ve already found yourself a new blood bag."
Prince?
Did he say prince?
Wait—BLAZE?!
His name was Blaze?!
Since when was Ziprey ruled by a monarchy? Was that on the brochures? Because I swear when I applied here, no one mentioned vampire nobility, blood cults, or psycho speed demons.
Blaze didn’t reply.
Didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even slow down.
He just carried me like I weighed nothing—which, by the way, rude—and marched through the exit like he had somewhere much more important to be than babysitting a twitchy, half-hysterical freshman.
Then I heard it.
"Fuck it," he muttered under his breath.
And suddenly—
We moved.
Fast.
Like... not normal fast.
the wind howled in my ears, and I swear my lungs were still trying to catch up to my body. It wasn’t running. It
And just like that—
front of
doll counts as gentle. My knees buckled, and I had
looked up
Really looked.
moonlight over ice. His eyes weren’t just dark—they had depth. Like there was something
I stepped back.
asked, my voice barely
He didn’t answer.
He didn’t even blink.
the way a lion might look at an
And then—
He vanished.
VANISHED.
standing there, and the next—poof. Gone. Like the shadows swallowed
I screamed.
Like... really screamed.
to grab me. I scrambled at my door like a raccoon in a panic,
Safe.
Maybe.
onto
disappear
don’t carry others like
freaking fly down hallways at the speed of
some weird school with an
was very, very
smack in the middle
Lucas lying on his bed, scrolling through his phone like he wasn’t a roommate in a freaking horror movie. His eyes flicked up, and the moment he saw my face—pale, sweaty, wide-eyed like I’d seen death
he said, voice hollow. "I
speak. My throat was dry, my heart thundering in
"Did... did they also suck your blood?" he asked
to life. "Wait. They—what?
even. Then she said I smelled sweet. I thought it was a joke. Next thing I know, I her fangs are on my neck pain
redhead. That’s what she had been trying to do to me. She wasn’t just being flirtatious or high on whatever drug they spiked the punch
didn’t say anything else. I just crossed the room, nearly tripping over my own feet, and grabbed
and
Nope. All fiction.
threads full of
trembled as I opened
legends of
Superstitions. Tales told by old women sitting by the fire. Creatures of the night. Spirits that
marked "folklore," "urban legend," or worse: "tourism
No mention of vampires.
official record
I tried something
of death
The first result?
Anemia.
weirdly high number of deaths in people aged 17–24. Labeled as "sudden severe anemia" or "unexplained blood
teacher mentioned a "pattern" no one wanted to talk about. Young students going pale, getting sick, complaining of
illness." "Transferred
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In Chapter 156 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 156 author Glorious Alpha mention any details. Follow Chapter 156 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha Chapter 156
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 156