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.

do something. But my arms were trembling from holding myself up. My knees

his voice suddenly more... animal than man. "You’re in Memoville, sweetheart. You should be grateful we’re not

A sick laugh followed.

heart beating so fast, not from arousal anymore, but from

Fear.

Real, primal fear.

cold air hit it,

I whimpered.

one

one in front said with a mocking laugh. "Like a good little

front again, grabbing my cock even though it had gone soft. It twitched

raced faster than it ever had in my life. This wasn’t

Something darker.

than me. Not just physically—predator strong. 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...

Too inhuman.

of their world. I was part

away, the guy behind me grabbed my wrists and twisted my

but a hand shoved into my hair and pulled

you needed to be ready?"

forced his fingers

the guy behind had me locked in place. The fingers were thick, calloused, tasting of salt and something metallic. I tried to scream, but the sound choked on skin

one behind me whispered. "Still soft. Still untouched. They’re always best

veal," the other

shoulder blades screamed in protest, and I

in front whispered, removing his fingers with a wet pop.

me, and I felt their noses along my throat,

came the words I’ll

cry. It

turned

what are you?" I

claws—actual claws—ripped open the back of my shirt like tissue

scream.

frozen, not from obedience—but from

I was prey.

realized I’d walked into a hunting

just dangerous. It

Vampires fed on blood.

Werewolves?

They fed on pleasure.

On pain.

On us.

closer—his lips ghosted the

Not deep. Just enough

Just enough to claim.

gasped and jerked, but it

one murmured.

maybe he’s the kind that fights.

to sting deep—and then a palm sliding down, roughly groping between my

hated that I was still

I bit my lip

dragging along my spine. "The wolves will line up.

flash of teeth—canines. Long.

lower lip and whispered, "And