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.

of my mind, beneath the horror and the

to get

they ruin you

worked. My chest heaved with dry, soundless sobs. My wrists ached from how they’d been twisted. My body felt like it belonged to someone else

move for a long

Couldn’t think.

laid there

nearby, the other human

hell, someone

was lay still and

********

I stayed there.

floor. Curled

For hours.

check. Not to

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.

behind me with shaking fingers. I stood

But nothing made sense.

be real.

The scent of blood

It was real.

I wanted it to

rough brown paper towels to wipe the blood from my neck and arms.

I left

way back

saw monsters in waiting. Fangs beneath smiles. Claws hidden behind friendly waves. No one could be trusted.

had when I

Gone.

by

get some time. A break. A chance to process, maybe.

toward the entrance of the dorm

The blonde.

thing wearing the face of a

talking to someone—another human. Another freshman. Her voice was syrupy sweet, seductive, hypnotic. Just like when

think of it

garden

me. Her face shifted, and for a split

Wide.

Too wide.

lips parted, and those gleaming white fangs

wait to see if she’d come

I bolted.

I didn’t stop to breathe. Didn’t stop to look back. I just

found the

From the inside.

I gasped, banging on it with both fists. "Let me in!

was in there. I didn’t care if they were another monster.

a long second, the door

my way inside, slamming it behind me, locking

did

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

But I didn’t answer.

speak at

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

to talk about

I couldn’t.

would

to stay what it felt

A nightmare.

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