Alpha Hole Prison Novels & Stories

The guards who were standing outside the cell were very shocked about the recent happening because they witnessed everything that had been happening ever since Alpha Aiden seemingly lost his mind. The worst they had witnessed was the Alpha having sex with the prisoner. It sent a shockwave among them all. They were very worried and had no idea what to do about it. They whispered amongst themselves as they heard them to each other that evening.

The anger had seeped into my voice and raised my aura, which in turn made Mia glued to her feet as the Alpha’s aura was really powerful to put one in place. “You dare use your powers on me?” she hissed. I ignored her and walked out. **************** I found myself at the cell where I kept criminals awaiting trials. It was a special, security lidded prison that not even the smartest person could get out of. The first person I visited was the Rogul. “You’re not looking so bad,” I said to him. “Why, you even grew a beard.” He turned sharply from the wall and bowed to me. “Alpha Rhys, it’s a pleasure to see you again.”

Chapter 78 – The Prisoner’s Truth Alejandro’s POV The dungeon smelled of wet stone and rusted metal. The walls were filled with moisture and mold. And the flames from the torches were dim and barely lit the very narrow path as I walked down to where Alpha Nikolas was kept. The guards stood straighter when they saw me and quickly bowed their heads, but I didn’t bother looking at them. My eyes stayed on the cell at the end of the hall. Alpha Nikolas.

Trying to outrun them was only going to endanger Lizzy’s life, I couldn’t do that when we were so close to obtaining our freedom. “Oh goddess, no,” Sasha shouted, pulling my attention back towards her horrified face. Taking a closer look in the rear-view mirror I realised what had disturbed her so much. Even though the car was hanging back quite a distance behind us, there was no mistaking the person in the driver’s seat, it was Alpha Michael. “Floor it, we have to lose him,” Sasha shouted, the panic clear in her voice. “I can’t. He’s an Alpha.”

Fiel has been entrusted to the accountable police officer of the day in the maximum penal institution. When he entered the penal institution called as Hellhole, Fiel felt the ambiance inside to be indeed like hell as told by the Police Officer. II Three days upon his arrival at the “Hellhole”, a riot happened. It all just started when two prisoners bumped each other while walking to get their food.

Prisoner two-zero-zero-one ...... "As long as you're here, you are no Declan Oliver, you would be referred as Prisoner two-zero-zero-one. Do you understand?" I ignored the question, continuing my descent to a place I would then start to call home for the time being. Getting deep in thoughts, the officer stopped abruptly, making my forehead connect to his rough and musky smelling uniform. "Are you listening to me kid? When I ask you something, you answer, got it?" Pitch raised, he asked without turning his back.

The cell was at the back of the building, behind a second door that was locked and that yielded to the gift in the same way the guards had—the mechanism was not magical but the person who held the key was in the room, sleeping, and finding the key in his pocket while he slept required nothing more than Torren's hands and the specific skill of a man who had spent eight years doing field medicine in places where direct consent was not always available. She pushed open the cell door. He was chained to the wall. The chains were heavy—designed for wolves, for the specific physical capability that Alphas could bring, the kind of restraint that took that capability into account. He was also injured

Having an excellent lawyer on my payroll is pricey, but it is worth it when we can hide these kinds of things. “What the hell is she doing with Dante?” I sat on the office chair across from Luka. A video of Alexa smoking and leaning against the bricked wall of cell no. 6 was on the primary screen along with other prisoners we hold captive here in New York. One of them shows the blooded image of Dante. After dealing with this bitch, that man will follow Aleckovich Orlov to hell. “I don’t know,” Luka breaths out, rubbing his temple. The dark circles around his eyes reveal that he’s been working overtime again.

The curtain rods were bolted down. Even the bathroom mirror was shatterproof. Dominic Voss had prepared this prison well. The mate bond hummed beneath my skin, a constant awareness of him somewhere in this massive compound. It pulled at me, demanding I seek him out, submit to the connection neither of us wanted. I pressed my palm against the cold window glass, trying to ground myself against the sensation. "Fighting it only makes it worse." I spun around. Dominic stood in the doorway, having entered without a sound. He had changed into dark jeans and a fitted black shirt, looking less like a mafia Alpha and more like sin wrapped in expensive fabric.

Particles of decayed flesh could be seen on the bars, where the silver had burned the prisoners who tried to escape. There were numerous imprisoned captives in the cells. Some chained to the walls, some bound with chains on the ground. A number of them were unrecognizable, having been tortured mercilessly. Alex was in one of those cells and he looked away quickly when Riven walked passed the cell he was. The last cell room held Cara and Alpha Dave rushed towards it and gripped the bars without thinking. He hissed as the silver burnt his hands and he quickly withdrew them.