THE ALPHA WHO HATED ME - Chapter 27: Chapter 27
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**Evangeline's POV**
The hallways feel wrong tonight. Empty and cold, but not in the peaceful way I've grown used to. Something crawls along my skin like invisible fingers, making me shiver despite the warm air. My wolf stirs uneasily, ears pricked forward like she's listening for danger I can't hear.
I should have left the library hours ago. Should have packed up when the other students did and gone home to my small, safe room. But something kept me here, studying in the quiet corners where no one bothers to look. The peace felt too good to give up.
Now I'm regretting that choice.
My footsteps echo against the polished floors as I walk toward the main exit. The sound bounces off the walls, making me feel smaller in the empty space. Outside, rain pounds against the windows, turning the world into a blur of gray and black.
My wolf whimpers softly, a sound of warning that makes my heart race. *Run,* she seems to say. *Run now.*
But run from what?
That's when I hear them.
Footsteps. More than one person, moving fast behind me. My blood turns to ice, and I spin around to see three figures walking toward me. Madison, Sarah, and Emma. Celeste's loyal dogs, smiling like they know a secret I don't.
"Well, well," Madison says, her voice sweet as poison. "Look what we found wandering around after hours."
My wolf snarls, pressing against my chest like she wants to break free. Something's very wrong. These aren't just mean girls anymore. They're predators, and I'm alone with them.
"I'm just leaving," I say, keeping my voice steady. "Same as you."
Sarah laughs, but it's not a happy sound. "Oh, but we're not leaving yet. We have some business to take care of first."
Emma steps closer, and I can see the cruel gleam in her eyes. "Celeste sends her regards. She told us not to kill you... yet."
The words hit me like a physical blow. Kill me? My hands shake as I back toward the door.
"She also said your type got in the way before," Madison adds, tilting her head like a curious dog. "Don't make their mistake."
Before I can react, before I can even think to run, Madison grabs my arm. Her grip is iron-strong, and I remember too late that she's not just a mean girl. She's a werewolf. They all are.
"Let go of me," I demand, trying to pull away.
"I don't think so," Madison says. "You've been very rude lately. Very... defiant. Time to learn some manners."
They drag me down the hallway, past empty classrooms and locked doors. I try to fight them, but three against one isn't fair odds. My wolf throws herself against my ribs, desperate to help, but she feels muted somehow. Distant.
"Help!" I scream, hoping the janitor will hear. "Somebody help me!"
"Scream all you want," Sarah says. "Everyone's gone home. No one's coming to save you."
They stop in front of a storage room at the end of the corridor. The kind of place where broken desks and old textbooks go to die. Madison fumbles with a key ring, and my blood turns to ice.
"You can't do this," I whisper.
"Watch us," Emma says.
The door swings open, revealing a cramped space filled with dusty boxes and forgotten furniture. The air smells stale, like it's been closed up for years. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting weak yellow light that makes everything look sick.
"Time for your timeout," Madison says, shoving me inside. "Maybe a night alone will remind you what happens to Omegas who forget their place."
I stumble, catching myself on a stack of boxes. "Wait, please...."
The door slams shut behind me.
The key turns in the lock.
I'm alone.
I throw myself against the door, pulling at the handle until my hands hurt. It doesn't budge. I bang on the wood with my fists, screaming until my throat feels raw.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
Nothing. Just the sound of rain against a window I can't see and my own ragged breathing.
The storage room is bigger than I first thought, stretching back into shadows the single bulb can't reach. Boxes tower around me like cardboard mountains, and old furniture creates a maze of obstacles. The air is thick and hard to breathe, tasting of dust and decay.
I sink to the floor, back against the door. My hands shake as I pull out my phone, hoping for a signal. Nothing. The concrete walls are too thick, the room too deep in the building's belly.
My wolf paces in my mind, restless and angry. She wants out. Wants to fight. But there's nowhere to go, nothing to fight except the walls that hold us prisoner.
Hours crawl by like wounded animals. I try to stay calm, try to think of a way out, but panic keeps crawling up my throat like a living thing. The walls seem to press closer with each breath, and the single bulb flickers like a dying heartbeat.
What if no one finds me? What if I'm stuck here all night? All weekend? The janitor might not check this room for days. Weeks.
The bulb flickers again, and for a moment, I'm plunged into complete darkness. My heart stops. When the light comes back, weaker than before, I can see my own shadow dancing on the walls like a ghost.
I'm going to die in here. Alone. Forgotten. Just like they always wanted.
Sleep comes in broken pieces, more like falling unconscious than actual rest. I dream of being buried alive, of suffocating in a box while people walk over my grave. I dream of my mother's voice calling my name, but I can't find her in the darkness.
When I wake, the bulb has died completely. The room is black as a tomb, and I can't even see my own hands. The only sound is my heartbeat, loud as thunder in my ears.
That's when I hear it.
Scratching. Like claws on wood. Coming from somewhere in the darkness behind me.
My wolf goes very still, ears pricked forward. She's listening too, and she's afraid.
The scratching stops. Then starts again, closer this time. Moving through the boxes, around the furniture, circling me like a predator.
"Hello?" I whisper.
Silence.
Then footsteps. Not human footsteps. Something with four legs, pacing just outside the circle of my vision.
The hallways feel wrong tonight. Empty and cold, but not in the peaceful way I've grown used to. Something crawls along my skin like invisible fingers, making me shiver despite the warm air. My wolf stirs uneasily, ears pricked forward like she's listening for danger I can't hear.
I should have left the library hours ago. Should have packed up when the other students did and gone home to my small, safe room. But something kept me here, studying in the quiet corners where no one bothers to look. The peace felt too good to give up.
Now I'm regretting that choice.
My footsteps echo against the polished floors as I walk toward the main exit. The sound bounces off the walls, making me feel smaller in the empty space. Outside, rain pounds against the windows, turning the world into a blur of gray and black.
My wolf whimpers softly, a sound of warning that makes my heart race. *Run,* she seems to say. *Run now.*
But run from what?
That's when I hear them.
Footsteps. More than one person, moving fast behind me. My blood turns to ice, and I spin around to see three figures walking toward me. Madison, Sarah, and Emma. Celeste's loyal dogs, smiling like they know a secret I don't.
"Well, well," Madison says, her voice sweet as poison. "Look what we found wandering around after hours."
My wolf snarls, pressing against my chest like she wants to break free. Something's very wrong. These aren't just mean girls anymore. They're predators, and I'm alone with them.
"I'm just leaving," I say, keeping my voice steady. "Same as you."
Sarah laughs, but it's not a happy sound. "Oh, but we're not leaving yet. We have some business to take care of first."
Emma steps closer, and I can see the cruel gleam in her eyes. "Celeste sends her regards. She told us not to kill you... yet."
The words hit me like a physical blow. Kill me? My hands shake as I back toward the door.
"She also said your type got in the way before," Madison adds, tilting her head like a curious dog. "Don't make their mistake."
Before I can react, before I can even think to run, Madison grabs my arm. Her grip is iron-strong, and I remember too late that she's not just a mean girl. She's a werewolf. They all are.
"Let go of me," I demand, trying to pull away.
"I don't think so," Madison says. "You've been very rude lately. Very... defiant. Time to learn some manners."
They drag me down the hallway, past empty classrooms and locked doors. I try to fight them, but three against one isn't fair odds. My wolf throws herself against my ribs, desperate to help, but she feels muted somehow. Distant.
"Help!" I scream, hoping the janitor will hear. "Somebody help me!"
"Scream all you want," Sarah says. "Everyone's gone home. No one's coming to save you."
They stop in front of a storage room at the end of the corridor. The kind of place where broken desks and old textbooks go to die. Madison fumbles with a key ring, and my blood turns to ice.
"You can't do this," I whisper.
"Watch us," Emma says.
The door swings open, revealing a cramped space filled with dusty boxes and forgotten furniture. The air smells stale, like it's been closed up for years. A single bulb hangs from the ceiling, casting weak yellow light that makes everything look sick.
"Time for your timeout," Madison says, shoving me inside. "Maybe a night alone will remind you what happens to Omegas who forget their place."
I stumble, catching myself on a stack of boxes. "Wait, please...."
The door slams shut behind me.
The key turns in the lock.
I'm alone.
I throw myself against the door, pulling at the handle until my hands hurt. It doesn't budge. I bang on the wood with my fists, screaming until my throat feels raw.
"Let me out! Let me out!"
Nothing. Just the sound of rain against a window I can't see and my own ragged breathing.
The storage room is bigger than I first thought, stretching back into shadows the single bulb can't reach. Boxes tower around me like cardboard mountains, and old furniture creates a maze of obstacles. The air is thick and hard to breathe, tasting of dust and decay.
I sink to the floor, back against the door. My hands shake as I pull out my phone, hoping for a signal. Nothing. The concrete walls are too thick, the room too deep in the building's belly.
My wolf paces in my mind, restless and angry. She wants out. Wants to fight. But there's nowhere to go, nothing to fight except the walls that hold us prisoner.
Hours crawl by like wounded animals. I try to stay calm, try to think of a way out, but panic keeps crawling up my throat like a living thing. The walls seem to press closer with each breath, and the single bulb flickers like a dying heartbeat.
What if no one finds me? What if I'm stuck here all night? All weekend? The janitor might not check this room for days. Weeks.
The bulb flickers again, and for a moment, I'm plunged into complete darkness. My heart stops. When the light comes back, weaker than before, I can see my own shadow dancing on the walls like a ghost.
I'm going to die in here. Alone. Forgotten. Just like they always wanted.
Sleep comes in broken pieces, more like falling unconscious than actual rest. I dream of being buried alive, of suffocating in a box while people walk over my grave. I dream of my mother's voice calling my name, but I can't find her in the darkness.
When I wake, the bulb has died completely. The room is black as a tomb, and I can't even see my own hands. The only sound is my heartbeat, loud as thunder in my ears.
That's when I hear it.
Scratching. Like claws on wood. Coming from somewhere in the darkness behind me.
My wolf goes very still, ears pricked forward. She's listening too, and she's afraid.
The scratching stops. Then starts again, closer this time. Moving through the boxes, around the furniture, circling me like a predator.
"Hello?" I whisper.
Silence.
Then footsteps. Not human footsteps. Something with four legs, pacing just outside the circle of my vision.
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