Alpha Inmate Book Novels & Stories

Alexander hisses at me “You should have let me take her home, she would have been safe with me” “That is enough son, it is no one’s fault” but Alexander was right, it felt like it was my fault, I should have stayed with her in the hospital. “I am going to search for her” and Alexander turns on his heel and marches out of the room. My father waits patiently next to me “You feel like it is your fault?” I nod my head, and move forward to sniff the syringe. “Welcome to being an Alpha” my father gives me an awkward smile “You have to remember that things like this is never anyone’s fault but the prisoner”

I carefully stated, earning al light shrug from the inmate. “Well, when you have a neighbor who does not know when to shut up and let go about the things that just happens in life, you’ll hear some interesting stories,” he stated, hinting that it truly was Anton who spilled the beans. “Besides, you’ll find that prison is not that much of a boot camp as most people seem to see it as. Sure, there are no games or televisions here, but at least they give out books and newspapers to help us pass time.”

he murmured and two minutes later his wolf was healing his broken ribs and face back to shape. “Who is your boss ?” Jax coldly asked as he struck a matchstick against the stripe of the matchbox and brought a cigarette near the flame. “I don’t know,” the prisoner replied. “Tell me all that you know then,” Jax crossed his legs and leaned back comfortably on the chair. All Jax needed was a freaking tub of popcorn and he was set to watch a movie at his own leisure. He looked so fucking relaxed and arousingly cool. “I am just an adulterator, Alpha. All non dead creatures are just adulterators,” the prisoner started to talk.

he exclaimed and showed me a page. I quickly skimmed through the page. According to the book, I was actually locked up in that cell room and the first and only person to visit was... Alpha Nicholas. "Do you believe me now?" he asked immediately I looked up from the book. "Why are you just showing me this now?" I didn't know how he could have done that but I could feel that he had manipulated the records. "After a successful manipulation of the records?" I closed the book with my eyes fixed on his.

She forcefully let go of Althea's hair " Let her enjoy her first night here! I believe by morning, she'd accept she's a murderer as well as a criminal " Another inmate said and the others laughed. The red haired lady snorted and returned back to her space. Althea picked herself up and curled herself up at a corner. She looked around, taking in everything. The inmates were busy chatting and talking amongst themselves, more like, they're used to being prisoners. But hers is different, she's not supposed to be here, she's not a criminal..! She doesn't belong here!

In my past life, Aunt Yvonne found the will and told me its location when she came to visit me in prison. I said teasingly, "It's a secret. You should go check in. I've got somewhere else to be." Aunt Yvonne pouted. "I'm leaving, and yet you're not even going to see me off properly." After everything we had been through, we were much closer than before. "I'm sorry, I can't. I have to pick someone up." "Who?" I pointed toward the arrival gate. A man stood there, looking at me with a gentle smile.

“What do you think this is? A democracy? You’re on pack land now. No phone calls. Once you’re in the cells, the alpha decides your fate.” They threw me into the back of an SUV and drove me somewhere on the outskirts of the pack. They then brought me into a cement building with steel bars around every window. As we passed through the jail, I glanced at Hugo who was sitting in his own cell. He got up with his eyes wide and mouth open as he recognized me. I was so ashamed, being dragged through the jail like this, completely naked. They didn’t even have the decency to give me some clothes. At least in Blake’s pack they had done that. They opened a door and threw me in. Just a small bed and a to

The sunlight hit hard after so many days inside. A transport van waited. They loaded me in and drove without explanation. The new prison sat underground. Locked doors led to a wing filled with women. Each cell held a dozen bodies, bars sealing one side. They placed me in the last cell. The others looked up, curious. No one seemed to know who I was. The guard removed my cuffs and left. “What did you do?” an older woman asked. Gray streaked her dark hair. Scars lined her arms. “Oh, that’s her,” another said. Younger. Sharp-eyed. “The one who tricked the Alphas into bonding with her.”

The coarse fabric of my neon-orange jumpsuit chafed against my neck with every movement, a constant reminder of the privilege I had so easily discarded. My fingers were covered in raw, stinging blisters that never had the chance to heal. For twenty-six years, my hands had held nothing heavier than a crystal glass of premium scotch or the leather steering wheel of an imported sports car. Today, my reality consisted of a plastic bucket and a twelve-hour shift moving heavy linen bundles for the state infrastructure network. "Hey, Hartley! Look at the central monitor above the guard tier!" an inmate named Miller shouted from the folding racks, letting out a low, appreciative whistle. "Your old m