Romans & histoires Alpha Hole Prison

This can't be the same fate Aaliyah was faced with, I try to convince myself, who the fuck treats people like this? "Hello?” I call once I get to the gate of the prison. “I told you I don't know where she is.” She replies faintly, not looking up. Truly, she is detained on behalf of Aaliyah. Anger takes clear stir in my emotion. "It's Alpha Hunter.” I whisper. She raises her head like it's hard labour to face me. "I’m sorry Alpha, good day.” "You need not be sorry. Who is responsible for this?”

Two guards snapped to attention at the end of the hall outside the reinforced cell. “Alpha. Luna.” They dipped their heads. Luna. Still felt weird hearing it. Like borrowing someone else’s title. “Here to see the prisoner,” Dane said, all business. “Yes, Alpha.” One guy unlocked the heavy door but didn’t push it open. “Call if you need us.” Dane shoved the door wide. We stepped in. The cell was tiny and grim. Bare stone walls. A thin cot shoved in one corner. A bucket in the other that I refused to think about. No windows. Just one weak bulb dangling overhead, throwing harsh shadows.

I felt like I could leave the room and go have a chat with one of the prisoners. I walked out of the hospital, and Angela and Cameron were waiting in a car. " Alpha." Right now, they knew it was not the right time to act differently, except that I was the alpha and they were members of the back. " To the dungeon." Unfortunately, the dungeon was behind the pack house, and it was on the other side of the poack grounds. I hated that I would be that far away from her, but right now I needed answers.I walked into the dungeon, and the prisoners were in the first two cells. There are five of them.

Elliott finally asked for all of them. Before Aaron could answer, his phone dinged, and he read the reply from Watson. “Eastern State Penitentiary.” Christian nodded. “Yes, that has to be where Ms. Riggins disappeared.” “What does that have to do with ice cream?” Meagan asked, clearly confused. “Nothing. Not that Klondike,” Christian explained. “Klondike was another name for the cell where inmates served time in isolation. It was also known as The Hole.” “So you think Gibbon is hiding in a prison? Wouldn’t that be the last place he’d want to go?” Aurora asked.

After Raven dropped off Brienne at the office, he returned to the packhouse and went directly to the underground prison they had. Two warriors guarding the prison greeted Raven warmly. "Where's the runaways?" he asked. "On the third cell, Alpha," the warrior answered. Raven nodded and head inside. Immediately, he caught sight of the two women laughing and talking. "This is the first time I've seen prisoners having fun while in jail," he said. The two stopped and looked at him, wary of his presence in the room.

- Third Person's POV - Alpha Henderson led the Lunasco Family to the prison. The air was thick and foul, the stench of rust, blood, and damp stone filling the space. Jairah scrunched her nose in disgust and quickly covered it with her hand. At the far end, inside one of the cells, lay Adriah. Her body was limp, unconscious, sprawled on the filthy ground like she had been thrown away. “This place is disgusting. We shouldn’t have come here,” Karla muttered, her face twisted.

Every chance he gets he harasses me or haggles me. The bars open with a loud clang and we exit the cell to get in line for chow. The prison is still dark at this time and It is only 5 a.m. I have had to train my stomach to be ready for food at this after all these years. I quickly learned that if I didn't eat then I would have to wait until the two other mealtimes. I sigh with relief when I remember today is not the day that we head to the showers.

The look on the warriors faces that had dragged me into the prison were of pity and contempt "To hell with all of them, they'd be dead meat by the time the fight was over—and I swear to he kind heart of the goddess, I would teach then each, a lesson that is well deserving of them" Alpha Xavier made a mess on my hair before stepping out, he had a look of a victor on his face. "Damn! This man was a fucking dreamer. No wonder he is the Alpha with less regards" I whispered inwardly and chuckled. I heaved in a deep breath and observed my environment, the prison was indeed a special place. It was painted in dark grey, and had a white rooftop that complemented its colour, the bed was perfectly lai

He could only poke at his memory, trying to remember if Collette ever wanted to tell him she was pregnant or that Elliot was crazier than they thought. When he heard the light footsteps of others, memories and guilt disappeared. His body became alert; he pulled his gun out of his pants. He was there. Even though he said he would use the young men as decoys, Donnell wanted them to reach their destination. Even before Donnell knew that the boy who looked like him was perhaps his son, he tried to help them. Sixteen-year-old boys did not deserve to wander the streets in fear of being killed at any moment. The Gold Star was a place of second chances; Donnell Dunn wasn't ready for a second chance.

They looked up as we passed, their faces gaunt and hollow, their eyes already dead despite their beating hearts. When they saw me, something flickered in those dead eyes. Hope? Recognition? Or just the acknowledgment that their princess had failed them as completely as their alpha had? "Here we are," Marcus announced cheerfully, stopping before a door at the very end of the corridor. "The interrogation chamber. I do hope you have a strong stomach, Princess. The Alpha's methods can be quite... visceral." He pushed the door open, and the scene inside made bile rise in my throat. The room was small, windowless, lit by guttering torches that cast dancing shadows across stone walls stained dark w