Alpha Inmate Book Novels & Stories

As soon as he told me that, many of the prison mates started telling their own story and I found myself getting attached to these prisoners and their sad stories. No one asked about my story. Everyone down there heard about the girl who decapitated her father. They also heard my mother's confession, so they all knew I was innocent. It was nice to have someone believe me, even if no one else did. Everyone was silent as they heard the alpha approaching. He stopped at my cell, and stared at me, opened it, then grabbed my arm to walk me out. He was not gentle, and my legs were wobbly from not being able to walk often, so he was dragging me out. One cellmate yelled "Be Strong My Queen'. Alpha Nat

Liam went to the work room, working on the budget allocation for the newly acquired pack and Steven went to the dungeon to greet his new toy. “Well, well, well. Look who’s awake? I hope you felt good sleeping on the floor.” Steven magnanimously greeted the ashen former Alpha. The prisoner had silver chains tying him down. Any movement could make his skin burn. A few burnt marks appeared on his naked skin. “There was a mole, an insider who gave me your intel.” The former Alpha began to speak like a parrot as soon as Steven appeared. “Open the silver chains and I will tell you his name.” The former Alphas tried to negotiate.

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.”

Never ask questions. The senior leadership is always right. So why did I do this evil thing? Moreover, why did I continue?! I couldn't tell you. Intuition. Something beyond me guiding me to do so if you believe in that sort of crap. Inmate 2541, I just had to keep looking at her profile sheets for daily information. I don't even know how she looks, not that it matters; I mean, pictures are not provided in our schedule information sheets. My page is brief. It's a cleaning schedule. One I do not even need to read anymore. It is always the same. So I always move past it. Today when I do, I go to the medics page, which lists the increased dosage of that strange medication. I'll confess to you th

As if he hadn’t once been just as greedy, just as complicit. He thought walking away with clean hands now could erase the stains I knew he still wore under his shirt. It was laughable. Pitiful. And dangerous. Because Kaia Whitmore had never been made for a cage. And she wasn’t going to rot in one while the men who used her stories as stepping stones moved on like she was a page they had turned. ⸻ I paced the small, beige-walled cell, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The other inmate across the hall watched me warily, pretending not to eavesdrop as I muttered to myself.

Because the most dangerous thing in that building had not only been the inmate in cuffs. It had been the moment the therapist stopped wanting him better… …and started wanting him exactly as he was. **End of Story Sixteen: Unreformable**

"I haven't seen him since morning. He should be here for this meeting even, but he isn't. Did He go with the girls?" "I'm not sure about that." Shane replied. "I think we should wait then, till Maya is back." Clem supplied. "But till them, we have to get to Derek." ** "I know you wouldn't forget me, brother..." The prisoner whispered against the iron rods which was used as a door for this particular prison. "When are we leaving? Father would be so glad to see you." The prisoner stated. "I don't know what you are talking about. I have no father. I just came to list out to you the punishments you are expected to serve daily, until the new Alpha decides the best end for you." The guy in the dar

"Prison isn't a nice place. They're brutal in there. Put a bunch of violent, unpredictable wolves in an enclosed space for too long and bloodshed is inevitable. I couldn't tell you the number of times I got slapped around for looking at a guy wrong." Anger and worry worked through me at the thought of something happening to him in there. I shouldn't have been scared of the Alpha, I should've been scared of them, his inmates and what he'll do to him there. "Dad..." "But the thing is Munchkin. This time was different. Everyone avoided me like I had the plague or something. Except for Malcolm and the guys of course. The officers made sure I got extra muffins at Lunch and had sheets in my room a

"Wait, do you know them too? I mean the Alphas?" "Duh, i don't think I'd be in here if I didn't." She said. Her gaze lingered on me, too long. Then she smiled again, patted my shoulder like we were best friends, and left. ************ Dinner was worse. I didn't even know they had a place to eat in here. Yet i always say them in the general cafeteria. Sitting at a table with four brooding Alphas was like eating in a room full of caged tigers. Kaiza tried to break the tension with dumb jokes.

He wore a simple white button-up shirt tucked into khaki pants, his slim 5'8" frame carrying a backpack full of textbooks and worksheets. The guard led him to the visitation room, a large space with metal tables bolted to the floor and cameras in the corners. Inmates sat across from visitors, separated by Plexiglas in some areas, but for tutoring, it was open seating with supervision. Alex was assigned to a group of five inmates, all serving long sentences for various crimes. He scanned the room, noting the burly men in orange jumpsuits, their tattoos and scars telling stories he didn't want to hear.