Alpha Inmate Book Novels & Stories

“Hush little wolf you didn’t know what I knew you are forgiven we need to move forward promise me to we leave our past in the past and work on a future together and that means surviving my fathers clutches. Do not aggravate him anymore that’s a start to getting out of the cells” We lay in each others arms even though it’s ultimately a shared state of consciousness we both feel safe here. We know it’s time to go back now even though we are enjoying each others company and the feeling of the sparks shared between our touch. I wake up in my cell alpha Charles and his cronies are gone and to my surprise Marina is in my cell sitting next to me on the bed gently stroking my hair. “Oh sweet child I

Then again, I bore Alpha blood. Since there was no way for me to look back, I persuaded myself to feel better about the situation. By the time this was done and over with, I would be in a much better place. I would be healthier, and I would have freedom. It was an hour after I had my dinner. I looked out of the window and saw the evening sky casting shadows across the pack grounds. This was the only leisure time I was given every day outside of my busy treatment schedule. I took a book from the library to the small reading nook of my room. The maids had come in earlier and lit the small fire. I was grateful for it. The warmth felt amazing against my skin.

“So knowing what you know, he just let you leave the prison? Knowing that you could spread the truth about the incident like you are now?” “I was let out on good behavior,” I claim. “He didn’t have anything to do with it.” Pollux smiles. The corners of his eyes crinkle. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. The Alphas have everything to do with it. They decide who gets out and who doesn’t.” “No, I served my time,” I argue.

Isla pov "Touch me again," I say to the guard blocking my path, my voice coming out low and deadly, "and I'll break your wrist, chains or no chains." The beta freezes, his hand hovering inches from my shoulder where he was about to shove me back into my cell. Confusion flickers across his face because omegas don't threaten, don't snarl, don't look at guards like they're already planning exactly where to strike. "What did you just say?” he asks… disbelief coating every word.

Just then, the warrior approached me and informed me that Alpha Byron had come to pick me up. I used to hate that man. But not after everything he had done. Not after how he had taken care of everything. And the women in my life. When I stepped out of my cell in my normal clothes and without any handcuffs, the inmates who had given me a hard time began making faces at me. They knew that if they crossed me now, I would come back and punish them. Although nothing like that was on my mind. I had no intention of going after anyone. I just wanted to move forward and take care of my mate. That was it.

I stand and walk to the counter passing the box of pastries and taking a plate of eggs and bacon and fruit and walk back to the table. I don’t know how long I’ve sat just staring at my screen saver on my laptop, the painting he did of our wolves when a hard knock hits my door and Beta Josh walks in, “Alpha Abigail, you got a minute.” I nod and he sits across from me, “Beta Charles wants to stay and try and help us get information from the other inmates, he says they don’t know he is trying to get to the top and he’s hoping that one of them will slip up.”

I was an Alpha, not some common thug or criminal they had picked up off the street. “Chief Warrior, mind the protocols of the Council,” I reminded him, my voice as cold as ice. "I am an Alpha, and as a prisoner, I have rights. I am not a criminal. At the very least, you can accuse me of a single transgression. That is not the same thing." The man took a few more steps into my cramped cell and turned on a portable lamp he had brought with him.

"Oh, hey. Ms. Rodriguez assigned our new book for social studies. We're doing a unit on redemption and criminal justice." My stomach tightened. "What book?" "Some memoir by a guy who went to prison. 'The Monster I Was.' Have you heard of it?" Nova dropped the spatula. Elena looked up. "What? Is it bad or something?" I moved to look at her phone screen. There it was. The book cover with Darren's face—older, gentle, reformed. The face of a man who'd found peace. The face of the man who'd shot me. "Elena," I said carefully. "Who's the author?"

I didn’t mind too much, at least I was clean and fed. Another week went by. A whole new bunch of guards came to the jail. The other prisoners said the other guards were called away because of the pack wars. The alpha had gone too. I didn’t care, I would still get fed and clean. I was very wrong. I liked to sit on my mattress. I didn’t care that it was dirty. I had been sleeping on the ground for years. I had a couple of books Hector had given me before he was sent away. I had read them a dozen times. I didn’t mind so much because I was really practicing my reading anyway.

"Get off me! I don't do anything wrong to Ashra!" Alpha James shrieked with anger when the guards pushed him inside the cell. His eyes were glowing, confused about why he suddenly got arrested. Clenching his jaw, he gave Gunner a nasty look before he looked at me. "Ashianna, you know I don't do anything wrong here! I'm innocent!"