All Chapters of HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON: Chapter 31

Alpha Flynn's POV My stomach rumbled with hunger, a sharp, biting pain that wouldn't shut the fuck up. I stared down at the plate of cold rice and mystery meat, the culinary masterpiece served up by the fine establishment that was Knightstorm Pack jail. The rice was cold, a solid clump of reheated garbage. The meat? Who knew? Probably something they scraped off the bottom of Dominic's riding boots. Even with my stomach howling like a goddamn wolf, I couldn't bring myself to touch the food. I almost gagged just looking at it. I shoved the plate to the far corner of the cell, as far away as possible from the smell that flooded the room—a terrific cocktail of sweat, urine, and bad breath. I sat back down on the floor, my gaze fixed on the dirty ceiling. Prison life, it seemed, was not agreeing with me. "Yo, pretty boy," one of the inmates muttered. "Thanks for the food. You look like royalty or something. Like that Alpha guy. Dominic, right?" Another one joined in, eyes narro