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.

run, to fight, to do something. But my arms were trembling from holding myself up. My knees scraped the floor. My mind raced in a thousand directions, and

"You’re in Memoville, sweetheart.

A sick laugh followed.

my heart beating

Fear.

Real, primal fear.

shirt was yanked up. My skin burned as cold air hit it, followed by warm fingers, then a

I whimpered.

keep this one," the one

said with a

soft. It

than it ever had in my life. This wasn’t sex. This wasn’t a fantasy. This was something

Something darker.

their hunger... it all made sense now. The way the vampire girl had toyed with me earlier, how everyone in this

Too inhuman.

part of their world. I

twisted my arms behind my back, forcing my face closer to the

not ready, I didn’t say yes—" I gasped, but a hand

needed to be ready?" the

forced his fingers into

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

how warm he is," the one behind me whispered. "Still soft. Still untouched. They’re

veal," the other

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

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

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

the words I’ll

cry. It makes the blood

blood turned

what are

behind me said, as claws—actual claws—ripped open the back

didn’t scream.

not from obedience—but from

I was prey.

I hadn’t even realized I’d walked into

just dangerous. It was a fucking

Vampires fed on blood.

Werewolves?

They fed on pleasure.

On pain.

On us.

one of them lean closer—his lips ghosted the back

Not deep. Just enough to

Just enough to claim.

and jerked, but

one murmured. "He’ll

Or maybe he’s the kind that fights. Those

one hard enough to sting deep—and

still hard. I hated that I was still

in my eyes, but I bit my lip until

dragging along my spine. "The wolves will

teeth—canines. Long. Sharp.

into my lower lip and whispered, "And don’t worry, pretty