Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

I’d felt Rosalie’s pain, captured by the agony of losing her, the possibility that she was going to die. If the Belorian had gotten to her, it was my fault. I’d sent it that way.

Literally not your fault

I’d pulled it from the pocket of one of the most notorious thieves in Solaria while he’d been manhandled up the stairs beside me.

He was distracted dont get cocky

Fuck. So what now? How did I deal with this raging hurricane inside me? I needed an outlet. I needed to fight someone or something. No… I stopped pacing, a thought latching in my mind. I needed to see Rosalie. I had to hold her in my arms and kiss her until she couldn’t breathe. Not being able to see that she was okay with my own two eyes was driving me to insanity. And with the chaos going on out in the halls, no one would be checking my cell anytime soon. At least, I had to hope not. Screw it.

Ahhh

My girl. My enemy. My mate.

Yes!

I’d try and fight this feeling normally, but the mate bond wouldn’t rest right now, like the moon itself was encouraging my actions. I needed to feel the weight of her in my arms, her soft lips against mine, her throbbing pussy around my – alright fuckwit, let’s not get carried away.

Down boy

I had the key poised to lock my cuffs when my gaze slammed into Officer Rind’s, his beady eyes narrowing on me like I was waving a red rag at a bull – or Minotaur as the case may have been. My gut clenched and my heart catapulted into my throat just before he shouted out in alarm and dove into action.

OMG

I’d been caught in possession of a cuff key. They’d slap a minimum of ten years on my sentence when I’d been just about to get out. I’d only had a few weeks left in this hell, the taste of freedom had been coating my tongue and breathing my name on the wind. And now it had been ripped away from me. All because I couldn’t fight the urge to stay away from my fucking mate. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK!

Fucknindeed

He’d tried to use physical torture to weaken me first, but I’d been trained by the biggest, baddest Lunar I’d ever known on how to handle pain. So there was no chance of that working on me.

Damn ryder

“So I hear you’re gonna be here for another fifteen years. Ten for stealing a cuff key and five more for the intent to use your magic for devious purposes. You might get another five if they can prove you released the Belorian.”

Omg no

“Of course, I can always look out for you in here, One,” he murmured. “You scratch my balls and I’ll scratch yours, eh?” He gave me a suggestive look, his tongue wetting his lips in a slow and creepy as fuck motion and my upper lip curled back. “You put your balls anywhere near me and I’ll rip them off and stuff them down your throat,” I snarled and his hand moved to rest on his shock baton.

Bleh

I was a ball of testosterone, ready to be unleashed. The Order Suppressant may have kept my Wolf buried in me, but it couldn’t keep my instincts at bay. And the mate bond was a power of its own, driving me to be with her, find her, free her. I didn’t know where it ended and I began. But I was a slave to it. A slave to her. A month in this place without her sounded almost as bad as the extra years on my sentence right now.

It had been almost three months since Rosalie was put in the hole and I was in a state. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat. My pack thought I was losing my mind.

Omg

"Strip off, Rosalie," Papa suggested. "Let them see what their new pack whore is working with." "No," I growled, jerking away from him and cradling my injured hand to my chest. "I'm not a pack whore."

WTF IM SO GLAD HES DEAD

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.

Twelve was supposed to be out of sight, out of mind. So why was she out of sight, but so deeply in my fucking mind that I couldn’t think of anything else? It was like I’d chained her up inside my own fucking head and she was scratching at the walls, tearing out chunks of my damn brain. Bitch.

I kinda hate you cain

A beat later, I could have sworn I heard an answering howl. No, that wasn't right, I hadn't heard it. I'd felt it. I sucked in a breath as a wave of pain and longing swept through me and I cupped my hands around my mouth as I howled again, long and low, the sound echoing in the small space that had been my prison for so long.

Omg im so sad

She was my own special brand of pudding made of my darkest fantasies and my cock’s personal temptation.

Sin please

"Sex pot? Is that really you, honey bee? Oh, kitten, I've been missing you something chronic. When I swore not to fuck anyone until I'd had you, I didn't expect you to up and vanish on me for three months. I've been jerking off more than I was when I was locked down here for months by myself and that's saying a damn lot. In fact, I wish they'd put me back in my old cell because there was a crevice in that wall which felt like a rough, grainy pussy if I rubbed my dick against it just right and I'm gonna miss that bitch more than you can imagine this week."

"Tell me something about you," I said. "Something real. Not sexual. Something you care about." He tutted like he didn't believe I really gave a shit about that, but I just waited for him to go on. "I like fixing up old cars," he said eventually. "Like really fixing them up, the full works. Complete engine re-build, interior overhaul, paintwork, the lot. I had this fucking stunning old Minostang which I painted cherry red. It was like the ultimate sex on wheels car...err, I mean, forget the sex part of that, but you get the drift."

"Fuck, you're so wet," he gasped as he slid two fingers straight inside me, making me moan his name needily.

Bouncing!!!!

"Fuck you, Ethan Shadowbrook. If you seriously believe that you can disrespect me like that and get away with it then you've got another thing coming. I am not and never will be inferior to you in any way. I'm a fucking Alpha unlike anyone you’ve ever known. And you'll live to regret crossing me like this."

Welp

I’m ten years her senior. I’m a screw up. I’m her cousin’s friend. She’s family. I’m supposed to protect her.

Just fuck

bowed my head, a knife driving into my heart as I gave her the answer I didn’t want to give. Knowing what I was sacrificing for her. But I’d give anything to make sure she got the life she deserved one day. “We’re friends.”

I hate every man in this fucking book!!!!!!!!

“Are you really fucking him?” I snapped, hounding her, hating how quickly I’d lost the upper hand. I didn’t even need to ask. There was only one Alpha shitbag sniffing around her regularly enough who shared her cellblock. “The long-haired asshole of a Lion?”

How does this work as a harem?

I'd be inclined to throw away the key on the lot of them too. But I guessed there were a few worth saving. And Rosalie Oscura happened to be among them. Maybe Pike could sense she wasn't some bloodthirsty creature who should be kept off the streets at all costs. Maybe she saw what I did; a girl who didn't belong here.

Since when

"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."

His hands slid through my hair and his fingers found the mate mark behind my ear, which seemed to tingle at his touch. He groaned like he could feel it too and kept stroking it, caressing it, like he actually liked the fact that I was marked for another man.

Dirty

"Rule number one about Incubuses, wild girl," he murmured as his hands curled around my hips with a strong and commanding firmness and he walked me backwards until I was pressed against the steel door again. "We don't require a recovery period."

Good to know

"Is everything alright, Twelve?" he asked, looking to me again with what I swear was a hint of jealousy. Poor kid was so hooked on Rosa, he'd probably get withdrawals when she got out of here. But if this guy's heart was the only casualty of us breaking out, it would be a small price to pay. Sorry dude.

Agree poor boy

"Did you get it?" she asked, her eyes wide and hopeful. I wound my arms around her, nodding as I finally let myself celebrate, laughing and hugging her. "Fuck yes," she gasped in my ear as I crushed her against me. "We're getting out of here, baby," I growled, not sure where that word had come from, but screw it. She beamed, her smile so fucking beautiful that it drew all of my attention. "I can taste the sea air already, Roar."

Yea were DID that com from Roar???

"Because you luuuurve her," Claud mocked and I shoved him, nearly knocking him out of his seat with the force I used.

Haha i like him

Sin had volunteered to stay with Plunger in the tunnel and keep an eye on him and I was seriously grateful for that because Plunger on a normal day was too fucking much for me to handle, but Plunger in his shifted form was disturbing on a whole new level. I had literally never been one to Order shame before, but fuck me, Polethius Mole Shifters were fucking gross to look at. Or maybe it was just him. But couple that appearance with Plunger's less than wholesome personality and you had yourself a Fae who I did not want to be stuck in a small, dark space with for hours on end. No, Sin had saved my ass there for sure.

hes a good boy

"Ciao, anima gemella," I purred, looking up at him with a taunting smirk as he growled in my face. "What does that mean?" he spat. "I called you my soulmate," I said in a tone that let him know exactly what I thought of that bullshit even though my heart was pounding at having him so close and some part of me just wanted him closer.

i would like for ethan to stop being a little bitch

"I'm not waiting around for you to decide you want me," I hissed. "I don't have to. You're not the only Alpha who wants to claim me for his own and I don't want someone who's ashamed of me."

Essh that means you too Roar.

“I hate that fucking Incubus,” Ethan growled, his lips moving up my neck and making a moan rise up in my throat with it, but I forced it back, not wanting him to know how much I was enjoying this. “Sin is an acquired taste,” I breathed. “I’ll take your word on that, love.”

I agree with her.

Ethan growled as his lips landed on my clit and the vibrations of that sound had another moan escaping me. He might not have liked me taking control, but his hot tongue began to tease me all the same and I shifted my hips into the movement, grinding against his mouth as pleasure skittered through my body.

nom

"I don't think there is a way to neutralise it," he muttered. “That monster was built to be unstoppable.”

Ask Sin

"You hear that, kitten?" Sin asked Roary in that sultry tone of his. "The girl thinks she could handle the two of us at once. That sounds like the best proposition I've had in a while if you're up for it."

im up for it

"I'm starting to get the feeling you don't like me anymore, sir," I said with a pout. "I never liked you, Twelve. I don't like anyone. And you in particular are extremely unlikable."

he likes her!

"Do you take anything seriously?" he demanded. "Or is everything just a game to you?"

not once

"I know what your father did to you to give you those scars," he breathed, refusing to be baited and every muscle in my body locked up tight as the smile fell from my face. "What's wrong, Twelve, as soon as something gets too real, you don't want to face it anymore?" "Go on then," I hissed. "Tell me I deserved it, that he should have done worse, that you wish he hadn't run out of time before he got a chance to start on my face." Cain's brow furrowed and I shoved him back, surprised when he actually released me and stepped away.

The Daring Anacondas. Fuck. Yes.

LMAO

“Sin,” she scolded, squeezing my throat while I grew hard between her thighs. “What do you want? You’ve got three seconds to answer me. Three, two-” I kissed her and her back arched as I sank my tongue into her mouth, murmuring the name of our team as I was lost to her. “Did you just say anaconda?” She pulled back with a frown and I nodded keenly, my gaze wandering down her body to the material between her thighs. I wonder if my plastic knife will poke a hole through there? If it could, maybe I’d be able to get her off before the guards pulled me away from her. I’d have about fifteen seconds I reckoned. Less if Officer Cain saw us and shot over here with his Vampy speed. Could I make her come that fast? Challenge accepted.

hes so fuckin unhinged

Holy fuck tits!!! It’s on!!

LOL i love him

“She wants you too, kitten,” I purred, striding toward him and raising my fists. “I’ve tasted her lust just like I’ve tasted her pussy. And both are so sweet.”

he is gonna get his ass shanked

I squashed his cheeks between my hands as I leaned up beneath him, making him lock eyes with me. “It’s The Daring Anacondas,” I said dramatically. “What do you think?” “Fuck…you,” he groaned, then tried to headbutt me, but I jerked backwards before he landed his target, then darted back toward him again, smacking a wet kiss on his lips before crawling out from under him and running away. Did he like the name? He didn’t even comment. Nah, he must have liked it. It’s the best name I’ve ever come up with. Ever.

I reached into my pocket, taking out the plastic fork I’d used to eat my dinner and dropped down, jamming it right into his eye. He screamed like a baby and I pounded his large gut while he tried to deal with the fork sticking out of his face with shaking fingers. Nasty, nasty shit that. Eye forks were no laughing matter. Except to me. Because I was laughing my ass off.

cue me staring out my window in shock for 10 or more seconds

I pushed onto my hands and knees, looking up to find Officer Nixon smirking down at me with a dark glint in his eyes that put me on edge.

I threw up

think you're alright where you are, sweet thing," he said roughly, licking his lips in that gross toady way that I hoped was because of his Order. "Get on your knees like a good girl. You are a good girl, aren't you?" Nixon looked down at me with a superior kind of triumph on his face and I glared up at him as my lungs began to burn and I had to fight the urge to start convulsing on the floor and gasping for breath. "Say, 'yes Nixy'," he prompted before allowing me to suck in a deep breath.

i want him dead

"You want some kind of exchange?" I asked him, not bothering to hide the sneer of disgust on my face as I refused to look at the bulge of his cock which was pressing against his fly just a few inches from my face. "Spell it out plainly, sacco di merda, what do you want me to do to stay out of the hole?" Nixon licked his lips again, his chest heaving with deep breaths as his eyes lit with excitement. "Mmmmm, I think I'd like those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock, sweet thing,"

Blech