Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

I didn't kill Two Hundred immediately, I stopped pounding into his flesh and pinned him back to the wall by the throat, my fangs bared as I paused and let him see his death in my eyes. He was shaking like a leaf and a tinkling noise at my feet told me he'd just pissed himself. I grimaced, disgusted by this foul thing who claimed to be Fae. He wasn’t even close to that, he was nothing but a leech, sucking the life out of anyone he could. He lived in the shadows, surrounded by worthless rats just like him, and together they made themselves powerful. But alone, they were nothing. And I was happy to remind him of that. "But you're supposed t-to protect us," he stammered out as my grip on his throat tightened. "No," I said in a cold, detached voice. "Too many Fae in this place get that wrong, Two Hundred. We're here to make sure you don't escape. And to use necessary force against you if you break the rules."

me with a pitchfork ready to stab christopher