Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha

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.

my mind, beneath the horror and the pain,

have to get

ruin

from how they’d been twisted. My body felt like it belonged to

move for

Couldn’t think.

just laid

other human was still

someone else was begging to

I could do was lay

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I stayed there.

floor. Curled

For hours.

one came. Not to check. Not to help.

Just silence.

myself up. My legs were stiff. My shirt hung off me in tatters,

didn’t think.

I just went.

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

But nothing made sense.

too wild to be real. Too violent.

aching sting between my legs. The scent of blood I couldn’t scrub out of my nose. It all

It was real.

matter how much I wanted it to be a nightmare, it

I could. I used rough brown paper towels to wipe the blood from my neck and arms. My shirt was ruined, but

I left the

I made my way back to the

corner, every hallway, every student I passed—I didn’t see people anymore. I saw monsters in waiting. Fangs beneath

when

Gone.

replaced by dread. Bone-deep,

get some time. A break. A chance

the entrance of the

The blonde.

the face of a

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

I’ll never think of

garden of

face shifted, and for a split second

Wide.

Too wide.

fangs flashed between them like knives

see

I bolted.

look back. I just ran—through the hall, down the corridor—straight to the

found the door

From the inside.

it with both fists. "Let

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

second,

I shoved my way inside, slamming it behind

did I

apparently. Tall. Slender. Not bad looking. He opened his mouth to ask something, probably what the hell’s

But I didn’t answer.

speak

beneath the blanket, and buried

want to talk

I couldn’t.

it would make it

needed—desperately—for it to stay what

A nightmare.