Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

Chapter 160

Chapter 160: Monsters And Their Prey

My jeans were unzipped now, underwear yanked down just enough to expose what they wanted. The cold air bit into my skin, and shame flushed over me hotter than anything else. One of them reached around and grabbed me again—my cock still betraying me, semi-hard despite everything.

"Sick little thing," the one behind me laughed. "Still leaking."

"Don’t worry," the other added, his voice almost tender. "They all confuse fear for lust at first."

Tears stung the corners of my eyes.

This isn’t happening. This isn’t sex. This is a game I already lost.

I bit my lip harder—so hard I tasted blood again. But still didn’t speak.

I wouldn’t beg. Not yet.

Then, somewhere outside—through the stone walls or metal vents—I heard it:

A scream.

It wasn’t mine.

It was human.

Young. Fragile. Full of desperation.

Someone crying.

A voice sobbed something over and over—"Please stop, I’ll do anything, please—"

I froze. My stomach turned.

The two around me chuckled.

"Another freshman," the one holding my hips said. "They cry louder when they still believe someone’s coming to save them."

The other leaned down again, close enough to press his lips against my ear.

"No one is coming," he whispered.

Then he licked the tear from my cheek.

They used their hands, their mouths, their claws—testing me, hurting me just enough to leave marks. One of them bit my shoulder hard enough to bruise. Another clawed lines across my lower back, deep but not enough to bleed out. They took turns pinning me, pressing me to the ground like a dog they were training into obedience.

I shook. I trembled. I cried silently, unable to stop the tears now as my knees gave out and I collapsed under them.

They took turns. Sometimes together. Sometimes rough. Sometimes whispering terrible things into my ears.

The pain wasn’t just physical.

It was the realization that I was never getting out.

That I wasn’t a student.

I was a pet.

A toy.

A body.

When it was over, I lay there, trembling. Used. Empty. The floor sticky beneath me, my throat raw, my body aching from places I didn’t want to think about.

They laughed as they redressed.

"He’ll break soon," one of them said. "But we’ll make him beg first."

"We always do."

"I give him a week before he begs to be used," the other replied.

They laughed again—cruel and careless.

They left me there.

the cold stone

Naked.

Bleeding.

Broken.

mind, beneath the horror and the pain, a

to

ruin you

how they’d been twisted. My

couldn’t move for a long

Couldn’t think.

just laid

the other human was

someone else was

all I could do was lay still

********

I stayed there.

cold floor.

For hours.

Not to help. Not even

Just silence.

shirt hung off me in tatters, and the dried blood on my back pulled tight against my skin

think. I

I just went.

was empty—at least for now. I staggered inside, locking the stall behind me with shaking fingers. I stood under the flickering lights, staring at myself in the cracked mirror,

But nothing made sense.

be real. Too violent. Too

The scent of blood I couldn’t scrub out

It was real.

it to be a nightmare, it

wipe the blood from my neck and arms. My shirt was ruined, but I managed to put it

left

I made my way

passed—I didn’t see people anymore. I saw monsters in waiting. Fangs beneath smiles. Claws

had when I

Gone.

replaced by dread. Bone-deep, soul-level

what I’d just survived—I’d get some time. A break. A chance to process,

entrance of the dorm

The blonde.

wearing the face

human. Another freshman. Her voice was syrupy sweet, seductive,

never think of it as a garden

the garden

sensing me. Her face shifted,

Wide.

Too wide.

those gleaming white fangs

didn’t wait to see if she’d

I bolted.

than I’ve ever run in my life. I didn’t stop to breathe. Didn’t stop to look back. I just ran—through the hall, down the corridor—straight to the dorm room assigned

the door

From the inside.

gasped, banging on it with both fists.

they were another monster. I just needed a door. A

second, the

slamming it behind me, locking

did

My new roommate, apparently. Tall. Slender. Not bad looking. He opened his mouth to ask something, probably

But I didn’t answer.

didn’t speak

went to the bed, curled up beneath the blanket, and buried myself in the covers like

to

I couldn’t.

it would

needed—desperately—for it to stay

A nightmare.

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