Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 159: My Saviors My Doom (ii)

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{Warning Trigger Content}

Lucas’s POV

The one behind me shoved hard, and I stumbled forward, barely catching myself on my palms before I could slam face-first into the ground.

"Fuck, what a nice ass you got there," he said, his voice like velvet soaked in gravel. "Can’t wait to fuck it."

Wait—what?

"No, no, I—" I started, but my words vanished as a hand landed hard on my ass with a loud smack. The pain bloomed instantly. Not playful. Not flirtatious. It felt like a warning.

They didn’t seem to care.

Another sharp smack hit my ass, pain flaring across the skin. I gasped, not in pleasure—this wasn’t teasing anymore. It stung like punishment.

Before I could twist around, the guy in front of me stepped closer. His fingers curled under my chin and forced my face up. I looked into his eyes—and that’s when everything changed.

They weren’t brown like I remembered.

They weren’t even human.

His irises glowed—soft, gold-yellow, like molten light trapped under glass. His pupils were stretched and thin like a predator’s.

"Then I’ll take his pretty little mouth," the one in front purred.

His eyes were wrong. Not like before. They glowed, golden and hot, lit from within like molten metal. Like something ancient. Something hunting.

"I—I thought—" I choked out.

His hand grabbed my jaw, fingers strong and bruising as he forced my mouth open.

"You thought wrong?" he whispered, grinning. "Sweetheart, you’re in Memoville. You’re lucky we don’t rip you apart."

The one behind me grabbed my hips, yanking them up while shoving my shoulders down. My back arched painfully. Cold spread through my chest like melting ice.

"We like to play with our food."

Panic clawed up my throat.

I tried to scramble forward, but a clawed hand caught my ankle and dragged me back.

Not fingers.

Claws.

The weight of the guy in front of me pinned me. He pressed his body against my head, his cock hard and grinding against my cheek.

"You’ll learn to open your mouth when we tell you."

"Please," I whispered.

But they weren’t listening. Or maybe they were, and just didn’t care.

The one behind me leaned in, breath hot and reeking of iron. "Humans don’t say ’please’ here. They obey."

He grabbed the back of my neck and licked a stripe up my spine.

I shook.

arms were trembling from holding myself up. My knees scraped the floor. My mind raced

wide, his voice suddenly more... animal than man. "You’re in Memoville, sweetheart. You should be

A sick laugh followed.

understand. What did he mean? Why was my heart beating so fast, not from

Fear.

Real, primal fear.

it, followed by warm fingers, then

I whimpered.

this one," the one behind me muttered.

the one in front said with a mocking

soft. It twitched

my life. This wasn’t sex. This wasn’t a

Something darker.

Their voices, their movements, their hunger... it all made sense now. The way the vampire girl had toyed with me earlier, how everyone in this school seemed... off. Too beautiful.

Too inhuman.

of their world. I was

and twisted my arms behind

I didn’t say yes—" I gasped, but a hand shoved into my hair and pulled hard,

you needed to be ready?" the one in

forced his fingers into my

the guy behind had me locked in place. The fingers were thick, calloused,

he is," the one behind me whispered. "Still soft. Still

veal," the other

holding my arms yanked them up painfully. My shoulder blades screamed in protest, and I couldn’t move—I couldn’t

in front whispered, removing his fingers with a wet pop. "He’s scared

leaned in, both sides at once. Their heat pressed against me, and I felt their noses

the words I’ll never

they cry. It makes the

turned to

what are you?"

the one behind me said, as claws—actual

scream. Not

was frozen, not from

I was prey.

realized I’d walked

dangerous. It was a fucking meat

Vampires fed on blood.

Werewolves?

They fed on pleasure.

On pain.

On us.

them lean closer—his lips ghosted the back of my neck. Then

deep. Just enough to

Just enough to claim.

gasped and jerked, but it only made

little thing," one murmured.

he’s the kind that

ass—this one hard enough to sting deep—and then

I hated that

my eyes, but I

be popular around here," the one behind me said, tongue dragging along my spine. "The wolves will line up. Maybe

teeth—canines. Long. Sharp.

lip and whispered, "And don’t worry, pretty