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.

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

suddenly more... animal than man. "You’re in

A sick laugh followed.

Why was my heart beating so fast, not from arousal

Fear.

Real, primal fear.

was yanked up. My skin burned as cold air hit it, followed by warm fingers, then a bite. Not sharp. Not

I whimpered.

should keep this one," the one behind me muttered. "He screams

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

down my front again, grabbing my cock even though it had gone soft. It twitched involuntarily. My body

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

Something darker.

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

Too inhuman.

wasn’t part of their world. I was

away, the guy behind me grabbed my wrists and twisted my arms behind my back, forcing my face closer to the one

I gasped, but a hand shoved into my hair

be ready?"

without warning, he forced his fingers into

had me locked in place. The fingers were thick, calloused, tasting of salt and something metallic. I

me whispered.

veal," the other

yanked them up painfully. My shoulder blades screamed in protest, and I

the one in front whispered, removing his fingers with

pressed against me, and I felt their noses along my throat, under my jaw, against my

came the words

love when they cry.

blood turned to

are you?"

out," the one behind me said, as claws—actual

didn’t scream. Not

not

I was prey.

I hadn’t even realized I’d walked

just dangerous. It

Vampires fed on blood.

Werewolves?

They fed on pleasure.

On pain.

On us.

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

hard. Not deep. Just enough to

Just enough to claim.

and jerked, but it only

one murmured.

maybe he’s the kind that fights. Those are

ass—this one hard enough to sting deep—and then a palm sliding

still hard. I hated that I was still

eyes, but I bit my lip until it

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

flash of teeth—canines.

pressed a thumb into my lower lip and whispered, "And don’t worry, pretty thing.