Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

Fate always had liked to kiss me on one cheek while slapping me on the other.

I disguised my scars because I couldn't bear the pain of the memories that went with them.

Sometimes I just felt like that little girl who had been beaten and broken and forced to bend to my papa's will. Even after I'd thought I'd escaped him

And it was hard to ever believe that I was totally safe from him even now I knew he would never be able to come for me again. Especially as he still haunted me in my dreams.

And I didn't even know if that was worse because the fear of his arrival was even more paralysing than the tiny space I was crammed into. I was desperate for him not to come while knowing with all certainty that he would.

didn’t care what he did to me or what he demanded of me. I just wanted to take some small measure of control back over my own destiny. So I'd do whatever it took to get what I wanted.

If my papa wanted to make me into a monster in his image then that was what he was going to get. I just hoped I wouldn’t forget the girl I buried beneath the mask, because I got the feeling she wouldn't get much time to see the light again any time soon.

Fuck, I hated that man. Even now, after all these years, I still hated him with the fury of all I was. Sometimes I wished I could force him to face me as I was now,

It wasn’t like I was good company. I didn’t even like hanging out with myself, so why would someone else?

"Funny how often hate and lust can keep company,"