Alpha Inmate Book Novels & Stories

Each cell had a steel cot with no mattress and only a few had inmates who looked and smelled so dirty. “They are rogues. The wolves who lost control of their human self and they don’t belong to any pack,” Nicholas explains. Gabriel stops before the cell which is on the far end. I see inside to see the red-haired bitch sitting on the cot as if she has not done anything wrong. She smirks as she looks up meeting my eye. Gabriel walks in and she bows her head showing her neck in submission. “Where did you get the drug and why did you try to kill Aiden?” Gabriel’s angry voice echo across the walls and her body shakes in fear.

ANASTASIA I don't know how many days have gone by since I got here. It’s always dark, so I can't tell when it's day or night. I hear footsteps approaching me. I’m sure it's Mason bringing food. He brings food twice every day like clockwork. I haven't forgiven him for what he did. I don't talk to him when he tries to make conversation. I just take my food from him and go back deeper into my cell to eat it.

We went down the hall to the cell holding the Alpha. He was silver cuffed to a chair in the middle of the cell. His hands and feet were cuffed. He was naked, much to my disgust. He was a slob of a man and the thoughts that he almost got his hands on Jessica makes me nauseous. It reminds me of the unknown male who did get away with my precious mate.

I was now inmate No 5523. Another guard walked towards me and she held my hands. "Follow me." she said. We walked down a long corridor and we stopped in front of Cell 114. She put a key into the lock and the door opened automatically. "This is your home for now." She said and gestured for me to enter inside. I stepped inside, and the door was slammed shut in my face. Taking a look around at the cell, I guess it could have been worse. At least it was clean. There was a very small cot in the room and a small sink. On the cot, was a small bible. I took the dusty bible and blew on it. When I opened it, it landed on the boo of Thessalonians.

“I bet you taste like roses and honey.” I didn’t break our stare-down. “Can a prisoner at least get a book? I mean, if you’re not going to entertain me in any other way…” It was probably not wise to poke him, but I wasn’t some weakling he could bend with a few harsh words and threats. He stared at me before disappearing into his “office” but surprised me when he came back over with a book in his hand. He let loose a battered and beaten flutter of pages through the top of the cage. It landed in my lap with a thump. The binding was cracked and the worn pages indicated it was a much-read book. The cover wasn’t familiar, but it was also scuffed and torn.

Only a dummy or a newbie wouldn't know the crystal pack. It was one of the most powerful pack led by a very young teenager, Dorian Derek, the son of alpha Derek, the principal of Camden. "And this is Summer Jerald, we don't know what she is yet but with time we will get to know." Summer who hadn't said anything since the beginning of the principal speech had a lot going on her mind. What the hell was the man talking about? wolves, packs? "Ma'am Katherine didn't tell me this school was fucking creapy."

"I was supposed to disappear too. That is why they moved me when you started asking questions. They were going to stage my death and tell you I died in a training accident. Make it look believable enough that you would grieve but not investigate." Damien's hand clenched on his coffee cup hard enough that I heard it crack. "They told you this?" "No. I overheard it. They thought I was just a child. Thought I would not understand the implications. But I understood perfectly." She picked at her food. "I started asking questions after I figured it out. That is when they locked me up. Called it isolation for behavioral issues. Said I needed time to reconsider my attitude." "How long were you locke

"Think you are better than us, huh? You aren't special in here, your highness. You are a criminal just like the rest of us. You bleed like we bleed." I gritted my teeth, fighting the urge to crash out. I kept my silence, forcing myself to focus on the dirt on the ceiling. The first inmate, not willing to let it go, pressed on. "So, what did you do to get in here, pretty boy? Murder someone? You run illegal fights? Underground stuff? You look like you have seen and tasted blood." A particularly hot-headed inmate, a big brute with a buzz cut and a full arm tattoo, pushed himself up from the bench. The only one in the entire fucking cell swaggered towards me. "Hey! We are talking to you, fancy

Bernard POV I sat in my cell at Sacramento Federal Prison at five in the morning, typing on the old computer they allowed me to use for my writing program. The memoir I had been working on for the past three years was finally complete, and I was reading through the final chapter about my release and commitment to helping other men avoid the mistakes that had destroyed my life.

“A’ight?” Mike greeted the couple. He didn’t seem surprised to see Alice. It was weird, but Alice was starting to feel at home in Adam’s house. His family—the dog and the brother—both appeared to have accepted her. “What are you watching?” Adam asked him as he sat on the sofa and pulled Alice down to join him. “Some shit about revising sentences for violent offenders,” Mike explained. “This one guy, right, he used to be some proper gangster. Got nicked for stabbing someone to death and now he’s out and reformed.”