Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

A man who was supposed to be my enemy had given me that tattoo. He'd shown me that I could take the pain of my past and turn it into something beautiful, powerful, unstoppable.

So a man who had lived through just as much agony as I had taught me how to take my pain and turn it into strength.”

Was it so wrong that I’d let the Belorian out? Was anyone really that upset about it? Anyone who’d died was dead, and anyone who hadn’t wasn’t dead. So why were people still angry?

I think Sin’s my favorite 😂

“Real fights are unpredictable,” I reasoned. “If I bite off an ear or two it’s only because I’m fighting like I would in the real world.” I had maybe done that the last time I’d fought in the ring, but boohoo. It was just an ear. And three fingers.

I mean sure, everyone knew the story of what had happened to the last person to try and force the stars to change their mind on fate and I did not want to take the Darius Acrux route. I shuddered at the mere thought of what had happened to him and I wondered if he was up there somewhere thinking the sacrifice he'd made had been worth it.

Darius mentioned ☺️

I’d only ever taken a real interest in it a few years back when the Vega princesses had been vying to take the throne from the Celestial Heirs. Total fucking shit show, but the press had lapped it up and the stories that had come out had been more riveting than prime time television. No one could have predicted the way that would turn out. Glad I was in here when everyone started dying.

"Any man lucky enough to be blessed by the stars to have you as their mate should be praising their fortune and holding onto you as tightly as they can. You're one in a million, Rosa, you shine brighter than any star and you burn with more heat too. If I was blessed with a mate even half as beautiful and fierce and strong as you then I would wrap my arms around her and never let go. I'd give anything to have a girl like you, little pup."

Roary 🥹💗

"I've never met a single soul with even half as much fire in their heart as burns in yours. You're wild and captivating and freer than anyone in this place has any right to be. And I promise to get you out of here too. Whatever it takes."

"My own, personal obsession. My drug of choice, the answer to all of my desires rolled up into one little, Faetalian ball of danger. I think you might be my downfall, wild girl. But I think I like the idea of that too."

“Strawberry or cola?” she asked me and I peeled my eyes away from Brenda who was waving one of each at me. Why the fuck did she even keep those here? There weren’t any kids in Darkmore. Except the two hundred pound psychotic, tattooed bastard sitting across from me apparently.

"I love you, Rosa. I love you in all the ways I thought I shouldn't and I'm sick of being afraid of that. I'm sick of wanting you and not having you. Of needing you and not owning you. I meant it when I said I wanted to run away to a desert island with you. But I'd stay in Darkmore for the rest of my life if this was the only place where you were too."