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.

cold stone

Naked.

Bleeding.

Broken.

the back of my mind, beneath

to get

they ruin you

wrists ached from how they’d been twisted.

move for

Couldn’t think.

laid there and

nearby, the other human was

hell, someone else was begging

could do was lay still and try not to fall

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I stayed there.

the cold floor. Curled up. Bleeding.

For hours.

came. Not to check. Not to help.

Just silence.

my limbs stopped shaking enough to move—I forced myself up. My legs were stiff. My shirt hung off me in tatters, and the dried blood on my back

think.

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, and tried

But nothing made sense.

to be real.

between my legs. The scent of blood I couldn’t

It was real.

I wanted it to be a

water on my face. I tried to clean myself up as best I could. I used rough brown paper towels to wipe the blood from my neck and arms. My shirt was ruined, but I managed to put it back

I left the

made my way

see people anymore. I saw monsters in

had when I got accepted

Gone.

replaced by dread. Bone-deep, soul-level

I’d just survived—I’d get some time. A break.

I turned toward the entrance of the dorm building,

The blonde.

the face of a

someone—another human. Another freshman. Her voice was syrupy sweet, seductive, hypnotic. Just like when she lured me into the university

think of it as a garden

garden of

Her face shifted, and

Wide.

Too wide.

and those gleaming white fangs flashed between them like knives polished with

didn’t wait to see

I bolted.

run in my life. I didn’t stop to breathe. Didn’t stop to look back.

the

From the inside.

gasped, banging on it with both fists. "Let me in! Please—just—open the

care who was in there. I didn’t care if they were another monster. I just needed a door. A lock. A wall between me and that

second, the door

I shoved my way inside, slamming

then did I

bad looking. He opened his mouth to ask something, probably what the

But I didn’t answer.

speak at

the blanket, and buried myself in the

want to talk

I couldn’t.

would

needed—desperately—for it to stay what

A nightmare.

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