Chapter 3: Stupid Human

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The story starts in Chapter 3 of "Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man": Chapter 3: Stupid Human Is this guy some kind of ninja or something? One second, I was... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 3: Stupid Human Is this guy some kind of ninja or something? One second, I was watching the weird gang settle in, and the next—bam—he was in front of me, blocking my view like some dark, brooding eclipse. "You're in my seat, pretty boy." His voice was cold. Too cold. Great. First day at this freakshow of a school and I'm already gunning for a fight. The stupid jerk actually thought he could intimidate me? I mean, come on. This was college, not high school. There were no assigned seats. So, nah. I wasn't moving. "Sorry, buddy, but there isn't a name on it." I kept my tone casual, but the second the words left my mouth, the temperature in the room dropped. Like, actually dropped. Goosebumps prickled my skin, and just like before, the hairs on my neck stood on end. What the hell is with this guy? Even the gang leader, who had been perfectly content pretending the world didn't exist, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his attention toward us. And the professor? Yeah... he looked like he'd rather be anywhere but here. The room was dead silent. The only thing I could hear was my own breathing—and maybe the soft flicker of the shitty overhead lights. Ghost Guy was still staring me down, his dark eyes burning like he was personally offended that I even existed. And then, ever so slightly, he tilted his head, like he was sizing me up. "You sure you want to do this?" His voice was smooth, but there was something dangerous lurking underneath. Oh, for fuck's sake. Was this a damn power struggle over a freaking chair? I leaned back lazily, propping my feet up on the chair in front of me like I owned the damn place. "Yeah, I'm sure." I smirked. "If it's that important to you, why don't you go cry about it to the professor?" The professor, by the way, was actively avoiding eye contact and pretending to be fascinated by his own syllabus. The weird gang at the back? They were grinning. Like this was entertainment. The leader, the one who had just woken up, didn't smile, but he was watching me now, his head tilted in interest. Ghost Guy let out a slow exhale, like he was trying really hard not to murder me. And then—he did the last thing I expected. He smirked. Not a nice smirk. Oh no. This was the kind of smirk that said, Oh, you're gonna regret that, pretty boy. And then, just like before, he vanished. One blink—he was there. The next—he was gone. I whipped my head around, but there was nothing. No sound. No movement. Just the cold chill still lingering in the air. The gang at the back chuckled, shaking their heads like they had just witnessed something hilarious. And the professor? Yeah. He was definitely pretending none of this was happening. Okay. So. That just happened. And for the first time since I stepped into this school, a thought hit me like a ton of bricks: What the actual hell kind of place did I just enroll in? Apart from me, nobody seemed to care that the guy just vanished into thin air. Like it was normal. Like people just poofed out of existence every damn day. What the actual fuck is going on here? I looked around, waiting for someone—anyone—to react. Maybe a holy shit, did you see that? or at the very least a dude, where'd he go? But nope. Nothing. The professor? Still pretending to read his syllabus. The students? Not even a flinch. The gang at the back? Snickering like this was some inside joke I wasn't part of. Even the girl, Sara—who seemed the most normal so far—was staring straight ahead like she hadn't just witnessed a full-blown glitch in reality. Okay. Either I'm losing my mind, or this school is one giant fever dream. I turned my head back to where Ghost Guy had stood just seconds ago. Still gone. And the worst part? Something in my gut told me this wouldn't be the last time I saw him. Was my brother talking about Ghost Guy when he said the students here weren't normal? Because at this point, I was seriously considering the possibility that Clark wasn't just being dramatic. The lesson continued like nothing happened. Like some creepy dude hadn't disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Like I wasn't sitting here, questioning my own sanity. The gang leader—who I was sure had been paying attention just a moment ago—went right back to closing his eyes, as if I no longer existed. A few students turned their heads, glancing at me with... pity? Not curiosity. Not confusion. Pity. And then they just went back to their notes. Like I was already a dead man walking. What the hell? A weird, uncomfortable chill ran down my spine. Why did it suddenly feel like they were all silently telling me farewell? After class, everybody scrambled out like the devil himself was chasing them. Even Sara—my supposed tour guide—didn't spare me a single glance. Great. Fucking great. Now I was officially lost in this castle of a school with no clue where to go. I sighed, pulling out my damn schedule like it would magically come with a built-in GPS. No more classes today. Good. But I still needed to snoop around in the administration office for any records about my brother. That meant figuring out where the hell that was first. The gang, the ones who had been sitting at the back, were the only ones left in the room. They finally stood up, lazily stretching like they had all the time in the world. For a brief second, I actually considered asking them for directions. But before I could, one of them snorted and muttered—just loud enough for me to hear— "Stupid human isn't going to last long." Referring to me. What. The. Actual. Fuck. Human? As if they weren't? My blood ran cold. What the hell did my brother get mixed up in?

Chapter 3: Stupid Human

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