Novel & Cerita Alpha Inmate Book

That was the first secret of his I kept. Weeks turned into months, and I barely spoke to Allan. He stopped sitting at my table, only said a word or two to me in the cell, and was rejected by all the gangs that he started spending a lot of time with the ladies. It made things worse for him. Inmates picked on him for being a bitch and humiliated him whenever the opportunity rose.

This place isn’t protecting the outside world from him, instead, it’s protecting him from the outside world. His bed’s got extra pillows, there’s a sleek set of headphones on the table, and there’s even a small stack of books that look like they belong in a CEO’s library, not a prison cell. I frowned as I flipped the pages of the book. The title says, “How To Be A Millionaire”. I didn’t know he was such a nerd for life changing books. Is this how he got everything he has in the prison? I bet half of this stuff he stole from the other inmates.

He wouldn't have been surprised if she ran away from him. When they reached her cell, she muttered out a quick thank you and went to scurry in but before she could, he took a hold of her wrist. Looking inside, he was a little more relieved to know it was Shaky, who was only sent down because he hacked into a company. It was better than Daisy sharing a cell with a rapist or a murderer. Although, it didn't ease his rage because he didn't want his angel to be in a room with another male let alone sleeping in one.

Maybe, just perhaps, we could find solace and friendship in one another. As the conversation flows, I discover that Caleb had been the Alpha of his pack before circumstances forced him into the facility. Like me, he had faced rejection and betrayal, leaving him with wounds that ran deep. But here, within the confines of the enclosure, we found common ground—a shared understanding of the pain and struggles we had endured.

“I will burn every pack that stands in my way.” “Yes, Alpha!!” The mountains echoed with their roar. I turned away from them and began ascending the cliff again. Swiftly, I returned to the mountain ridge where my horse was stashed. I mounted on the horse, and tore into the wild. Gaius’ POV The iron doors of the cell slammed shut behind me. I had brought countless of prisoners here and I had never thought one day, I would end up her as a criminal. Two guards remained outside the bars, rigidly avoiding my eyes. I didn’t blame them. The Alpha had nearly taken my head. If they act out of line, he wouldn't show them mercy either.

“I have been to many missions with you guys, I’m fucking great at keeping secrets! What do I have to do to get clearance? Because sleeping my way to the top clearly isn’t working!” Beta Trent cackled and leaned into Janine as the elevator opened and we found ourselves walking into the cell block. The girl was sitting on a bed with a book in her hand and a pile of snacks which she happily munched at. She glanced up as we walked in, putting the book aside to stare at Janine and Beta Trent distrustfully.

appear in relation to the others. pale skin that hasn't been damaged by outdoor work yet. Long hair that is untangled, cleanly, and not matted. The clothes were soiled but not ragged. There was fresh flesh all over me. Not harmful. Unlike the seasoned outlaws surrounding me. A sneer twisted the woman's mouth. She said, "Welcome to your new home." Her tone resembled gravel mixed with a blender. "My name is Warden Cruz. You're issues are the reason you're here. But that will be fixed." I looked around the yard while she was speaking and outlining the guidelines and penalties. Solitary inmates and those in chain gangs passed by. Every one of them turned to face us. toward me. A few laughed. Ot

"Boss, that woman is out of prison." Damien looked up from his table and took his glasses off his face. "She is out?" his voice came out rough. He cleared his throat and his assistant nodded his head. "Yes, she is out." "But she was given seven years, and she has only spent three," Damien said, and the boy in front of him nodded. "She got out for good behaviour and being a model inmate," Gray explained.

I do not want him to see his father as a prisoner. I haven't seen them, and I might not see him till he reaches twenty. When my sentence is due. I sat at the corner of the cell, reading a book. An educational book gifted to me by Leila during my last birthday. Even when I didn't want to see her, Leila would always leave stuff for me. Books to keep myself busy and not get bored. I barely talk with anyone here… Unless for Jack, who was a former drug dealer. We had done business a few times. He used to be very notorious, I never thought that he would get caught.

The cell smelled of sweat and rust. A man was sent to prison. The cell had bunk beds, and strangely, the guy on the top bunk seemed to be mute—he never spoke a word. Not a greeting, not a complaint, not even a grunt when the lights went out. He just lay there, a shape in the darkness, breathing slowly. The man on the bottom bunk—let's call him Marcus—tried twice to start a conversation. The first time, he asked, "What are you in for?" Silence. The second time, he offered a piece of his bread. The top bunk didn't move. After that, Marcus stopped trying.