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

Naked.

Bleeding.

Broken.

in the back of my mind, beneath the horror and

have to

ruin

My wrists ached from how they’d been twisted. My body felt like it belonged to someone else now—something used

couldn’t move for

Couldn’t think.

just laid there

nearby, the other

deeper in this hell, someone else was begging

lay still and try not to fall

********

I stayed there.

cold floor.

For hours.

Not

Just silence.

My legs were stiff. My shirt hung off me in tatters, and the dried blood on my back pulled tight against my skin

didn’t think. I

I just went.

I staggered inside, locking the stall behind me with shaking fingers. I stood under

But nothing made sense.

to be real.

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

It was real.

much I wanted it to be a

on my face. I tried to clean myself up as best I could. I used rough brown paper towels to wipe the blood

I left

my way back to

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

I’d had when I got accepted

Gone.

by dread. Bone-deep,

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

the entrance of

The blonde.

fucking thing wearing the face of

was syrupy sweet, seductive, hypnotic. Just like when she lured me into the

I’ll never think of it

the garden of

turned slightly, as if sensing me. Her face shifted, and for a split

Wide.

Too wide.

lips parted, and those gleaming white fangs flashed between them like

wait to see

I bolted.

breathe. Didn’t stop to look back. I just ran—through the hall, down the corridor—straight

the door

From the inside.

no—please," I gasped, banging on it with both fists. "Let

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

a long second,

I shoved my way inside, slamming it behind

then did I

apparently. Tall. Slender. Not bad looking. He opened his mouth to ask

But I didn’t answer.

didn’t speak

blanket, and buried myself in the covers like I

want to

I couldn’t.

would

I needed—desperately—for it to

A nightmare.

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