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

Naked.

Bleeding.

Broken.

mind, beneath the horror

have to

ruin you

arms barely 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 now—something used

couldn’t move for

Couldn’t think.

laid there and

other human

in this hell, someone else

could do was lay

********

I stayed there.

cold floor. Curled

For hours.

one came. Not to check. Not to help. Not even

Just silence.

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 pulled tight against my skin every

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, staring at myself in the

But nothing made sense.

was too wild to be real.

yet... the bruises on my ribs. The claw marks. The aching sting between my legs. The scent of blood I couldn’t scrub out of my

It was real.

I wanted it

brown paper towels to wipe the blood from my neck and arms. My shirt was

left

my way back to the

student I passed—I didn’t see people anymore. I saw monsters in waiting. Fangs beneath smiles. Claws hidden behind friendly waves. No one could be trusted. Not

excitement I’d had when

Gone.

out and replaced by

get some time. A break.

of the dorm building, I

The blonde.

fucking thing wearing the face of a

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

I’ll never think of

the garden of

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

Wide.

Too wide.

white fangs flashed

see if she’d come after

I bolted.

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

the

From the inside.

banging on it with both fists.

didn’t care if they were another monster. I just needed a door. A lock. A wall between me

second, the

inside, slamming it behind me, locking it

then did

new roommate, apparently. Tall. Slender. Not bad looking. He

But I didn’t answer.

speak

beneath the blanket, and buried myself in the covers

to talk about

I couldn’t.

would

I needed—desperately—for it to stay

A nightmare.

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