Alpha Hole Prison นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Of course it had to be the most terrible person in this entire place that will get to break me beyond repair. “300, alpha” he replied respectfully. My eyes widened a bit in shock. I was victim number 300! What the hell happened to the other 299? I only saw those two cells in the basement. Were they keeping more in different places? Or were all the rest of them sold already? Or… did they die at the hands of the masters here? “Get up 300, time to teach you a few important things” the alpha ordered sternly. I snapped at him despite my head telling me to shut the fuck up, but I refused to give up my plan to fight for my innocence and my identity till my last possible breath “My name is Andrea. I

A small smile crawled on my lips despite myself as I stared at the text through the bright screen. It was from Dahlia and she was letting me know that they had managed to capture the two felons, the guys were in the dungeons and we're being investigated by the Alpha. Although, they hadn't said anything yet, she thinks one of them would confess soon. The last part of the text made me feel strange and I didn't know if she was saying the truth or not. D; Mom and Dad says thanks.

“The judges handling the Alpha cases are on the hot seat and they are having sleepless nights. So everyone wants to get the case out of the way and closed for good. At last, the poor police officer. What is his name again? Lincoln? He is going to lose his job and his badge at this point. His father is dead, his mother has been admitted to a mental hospital, no one to cover him now.” “Although I heard,” The old man leaned forward, whispering, “The Alpha might be sent to a correctional facility in Northern San Zero state, one with restrictions and heavily guarded walls and suitable for an Alpha wolf. The inmates over there are very notorious and dangerous, so they are placed in solitary cells

"There was no light, no sound, no body else with you. There wasn't even the smell of the stone walls that surrounded you. You were completely isolated from the world. Some nights I never realised that I'd slept with my eyes open. Most days you didn't know whether you were alive or dead - I had to pinch myself, to make sure I was alive, that I could still feel something." Sephora was mortified simply imagining it. Glancing over Ravyn's sun-kissed skin - she pictured it being moon-white from the lack of sunlight. Sephora gave a shiver. "For weeks or months, we would be locked in those cells. So by the time the cell opened, and the Lord was standing there - we would have done anything he wanted

“It's okay, go back for now. Once she's awake, I will let you know.” Although haughty as hell, I obliged. There was no point in staying there anymore; it would only ruin my mood further. Therefore, I chose to leave, leaving Ronnie in the guard. On my way out of the cell, I didn't completely walk out but turned to the right of the dungeon. This place was readjusted and upgraded with time. Still a prison, but a much better version than where I had put that filthy bitch. I approached the huge cell at the end of the passage. It was made with strong silver irons. Impossible for a strong Alpha to break it as well.

I was not even religious, but I found myself praying to the Moon Goddess that she was safe. "It's no use. There's no getting out of here," a voice said from the cell next to mine. I didn't get startled, though I felt the hair on my body rising as I spotted a slumped figure in the corner of the small space. I could not make out any features, only able to identify them as male and an alpha. I ignored him. There was no time to bond with some miserable prison fuck over the fact that there was no way out of here except a key.

“You know what to do with the body.” Josh blew out a harsh breath and bent to lift the corpse, leaving with her. “Throw Olsen in the holding cell,” I commanded. It was a four-foot cylindrical metal prison in the ground with a dome-shaped lid, not the cells to be exact. The Elder’s hazel eyes flashed to me, dread mounting in them. The shyster shoved the chair from behind him and dropped to his knees, crawling towards me. “Alpha, a brittle old man like me, cannot survive in that silver vaulted hole. I’ll be chicken bones by the time I come out of there.”

On further inspection at least there didn’t seem to be any cameras in here. I walk back into the main cell room to find the Alpha standing by the door, shoulders slumped and his face looking down at the floor. He didn’t want me in here and most likely pleaded with my brother for leniency. But he doesn’t know my brother as well as he thought he did. I can’t be angry at him, I hurt Hong, I must pay for my crime. “Thank you Alpha, I’ll be fine!” I nod to him. He leaves me and closes the cell door behind him. The lock seems to work on some kind of mechanism and most likely linked to the computers in the control room. A lock I couldn’t break my way out of, not that I would try anyway.

I find my body stiff in nervousness as I wait for him to continue. “They are moving him to the maximum security prison, the one on Island St Helena,” Aiden finally meets my eyes, but this time he hides his thoughts well, “I just thought maybe you would want to know.” They are putting him in the death locker? Where no one ever comes out alive??? I don’t know what to say. My heart races and my head becomes dazzled when the fact that Damon is really going to prison hits me. Is it real? That THE Alpha is falling from his high throne? That I’m never going to see him again??

A biting cold pierced every pore, but it was not the cold of the air. It was the icy chill of the stone floor upon which Merin was forced to kneel. The musty scent of the dungeon mingled with the stench of the many Alphas and Omegas imprisoned around her. It was the smell of despair, the smell of fear, so thick and heavy in the air it was almost suffocating. The iron chains shackling her ankles chafed her skin raw and red with every movement. The leather collar, fastened so tightly it was constricting, was a brand marking her as no longer ‘human,’ but merely ‘merchandise’ awaiting auction.