Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha
Chapter 161
Chapter 161: "Run, Fool, Run"
Lucas POV
I woke up early.
Not like I’d really slept.
Even in my dreams, they were there—laughing, watching, touching. I couldn’t breathe right even when unconscious.
Who would’ve thought the monsters wore such beautiful faces?
Hot people. Models. Walking gods. That’s what they looked like. But behind those glowing eyes and sharp smiles, something rotted. Something old. Inhuman.
They didn’t even have to hide it well. We—humans—are too stupid, too desperate to be seen, to be touched, to matter, to even notice the danger.
I looked like a goddamn zombie by the time morning came up. Hollow-eyed. Grey. Shaky. My face was pale, eyes sunken, limbs heavy.
But I didn’t care.
I knew one thing: I would only be able to breathe again the moment I got out of this godforsaken hellhole of a place.
I’d made up my mind.
I was leaving.
No matter what.
I was halfway through stuffing the last of my things into my bag—zipper straining from how fast I was packing—when my roommate stirred.
Clark sat up, blinking through the sleep, his hair sticking up in every direction.
"Hey," he croaked. "What’re you doing?"
"Leaving," I muttered without looking at him.
He rubbed his face. "What? Why?"
"I’m going home."
Clark blinked a few times, then sat all the way up.
"You didn’t just pass the entrance exams and get accepted into Memoville to run off before orientation, man," he said. "Come on."
His tone was casual—like I’d just been through a bad breakup or lost a wallet.
He thought I was bullied.
Bullied.
What happened to me... that wasn’t bullying.
That was something else.
Something no human should ever experience.
Something no one would believe even if I tried to explain it.
And that’s exactly why they get away with it. Why there’s always fresh meat.
I crouched to grab my hoodie and stuffed it into my duffel, trying not to scream.
"You won’t believe me anyway," I said. "Nobody ever does. That’s why they always get fresh meat. That’s what we are to them."
Clark was more awake now. More alert. He watched me closely.
"...What are you talking about?" he asked.
I looked at him, finally.
"You saw it, didn’t you?" I asked. "The ones that walk like they’ve never tripped in their lives? The ones that talk like they’re in a Shakespeare play and never blink at the right time?"
wasn’t just
The paleness? The way
Clark stared at me.
scared with me. Maybe of
But he didn’t laugh.
that was enough
he said, his voice
I cut him
something was off the moment that woman at registration smelled my ID. Not scanned
He froze.
that to me too," he
unease, maybe. Or the start
sat on the
Still hesitated.
the hell are you still here?" I asked him, sharper than I meant
He didn’t answer.
silence told me
I’d tried.
I really had.
if he wanted to wait until one of them lured him
find out
trust anyone," I said as I hoisted my bag onto my
That’s the thing, right?
Their smiles.
Wide. Bright. Charming.
Hiding teeth.
Hiding cruelty.
hot
Fucking pathetic.
No more.
I was done.
last
burn before I ever set foot
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was dead silent. Not a soul in sight. Just long, dark halls and an oppressive stillness that made every step echo like a
abandoned. Deserted. And yet,
have—my duffel bouncing against my back with every step. I kept my head
in this
But the halls...
God, the halls.
long. Too still. Too quiet. The kind of silence that presses against your ears
Gothic horror movie. High arched ceilings. Cold stone walls. The occasional flickering light bulb that seemed to sputter only when I walked under it. Thick air, flickering lights, and shadows that seemed to stretch longer than they should. Just walking through those halls made the hairs on
air changed the further I went. Heavy. Thick. Like
layout stopped making
seemed to
the university knew I wanted to escape. Like it had a mind of its own and wasn’t ready to let me go. I kept turning corner after corner, passing hallways I swore I’d seen
identical corridors, all without windows, without signs. Just doors. Hallways. A repeating maze. I swear I passed the same painting twice—a portrait of a pale man with too many teeth and too
Was the building shifting?
My breathing was
to myself. "No. You’re just scared.
from my pocket, unfolded it, and focused. Just follow the map.
step, tracing my way with my finger. I walked blindly, one foot in front of the other, following
I did glance up—and the hallway I stood in didn’t look like it was leading
was pulling me
deeper into the university. Deeper
about it. I kept following the lines on the map like
And then—
Exit.
was small, red, glowing faintly above a pair of wide
I froze.
second, I couldn’t breathe—not from fear this time, but from
I
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In Chapter 161 of the Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha Novel series, Rowena, an early-blooming Omega, discovers that Beta Charles is her mate. She hopes he'll accept her, but he rejects her publicly due to their societal differences and his girlfriend Clara. Rowena feels heartbroken and isolated. Despite training with her mother and dreaming of changing her family's status, Charles' rejection shatters her hopes. As she leaves the pack house, an unexpected surprise awaits her.... Will this Chapter 161 author Glorious Alpha mention any details. Follow Chapter 161 and the latest episodes of this series at Novelxo.com.
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha Chapter 161
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha novel Chapter 161