Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

"Pensi di poter costringere la regina dell'Clan Oscura a succhiarti it cazzo come una puttana da branco?" I asked him in my most seductive voice and he groaned as he licked his lips again. You think you can force the Queen of the Oscura Clan to suck your dick like a pack whore?

The bastardo directed air magic at the back of my head, pushing me towards him as he gripped my head in his greasy hands and tugged me closer to his crotch. But there was no way in hell that I was letting this stronzo's dirty cock touch me. I reached out with a flash of motion and snatched his shock baton from its holster, twisting it in my grasp and flicking the switch to power it up.

remove. the. dick.

"Maybe we can talk while we have a moment alone down here?" He gave Roary and Sin a pointed fuck off look and my jaw tightened. "What he means, kitten," Sin said, moving up close behind me and sweeping my hair back over my shoulder so that he could speak into my ear. "Is that he wants to fuck you down here in the dark."

sin reads between the lines

"Then why are you acting like you're ashamed of her?" he snapped. "Rosalie deserves a mate who will stand up and tell the whole world how much he loves her, not a cowering creature like you."

one to talk Roar....

"I'm her friend," Roary growled. “And I won’t let you treat her like shit.” I wasn’t sure whether to be hurt or touched by that one, so I just held my tongue. "A friend who wants to bone her," Sin chuckled, using my hand to spin me beneath his arm before tugging me close again and I smirked at him as I placed my hand on his chest and looked up into his mischievous eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about," Roary snapped at him and Sin just laughed.

"Can the three of you take your shirts off before you start fighting? And if anyone happens to have some baby oil with them…" I bit my lip at that idea and Sin offered up a dirty laugh before tearing his tank off and tossing it to the ground. Oh yes, this idea had some serious fucking merit to it.

i agree

"She said fish," Roary muttered like this whole conversation was pissing him off. "She meant dick, though, I can tell - I'm an Incubus. Plus, I got the message loud and clear when she was sucking my-"

"I don't know how many times this needs to be made clear to you, Twelve, but no one cares about you down here. We don't care if you kill each other, we don't care if the Belorian eats you, we don't care if you kill yourselves. You're nothing but a burden on society and it's up to you to Fae up and survive this place until your term is over, not ours to babysit you. We are here to make sure none of you escape, not to worry ourselves about whether or not you live full and happy lives. You lost that right the moment you were sentenced."

damn mason

"It's just that you spout such shit about everyone in orange being worthless scumbags, so it seems a little hypocritical to me if that's common practice amongst the Fae in uniform." "Tell me what he did to you," Cain snarled and there was a wild kind of fury in his gaze that made my heart race as he looked at me, like he would tear the fucking world down for me and would kill that son of a bitch if I said he'd laid a hand on me. But that didn't make any sense. Cain hated me. He'd more than proven it. So why did I feel like I owned him in that moment?

and i thought you didnt care?

Cain gripped my jaw between his hands, looking me right in the eye as he spoke. "He won't come near you again. I swear it to you. He won't so much as dare to fucking look at you after I'm through with him."

meow

“That little whore assigned to you – the Wolf girl, Twelve – she fucking attacked me,” he said passionately, anger in his eyes. “We need to punish her, Cain. Fucking destroy her for this.” The last of my resolve vanished in the blink of an eye and I shot towards him in a blur, knocking him back through the door forcefully so he crashed onto his ass in the changing room while I stalked after him and kicked the door shut. He gasped in alarm, throwing up his hands to hold me back, but no magic came out. His charred junk came into view and I lifted my foot, slamming my boot down on his crotch and crushing his cock and balls beneath my heel, making him scream like a fucking baby.

do worse

“Lie to me again,” I growled, the monster in me taking over. “I dare you to.”

yes lie to him

“You ever touch Rosalie Oscura again, and I’ll kill you. And if you wanna go to the warden about my threat, then I’ll request a Cyclops interrogation to prove what you did to her and what you tried to do to her. Do you understand me?”

should have murdered him

dropped his hand and let him suffer for a few moments longer, savouring his agony as I thought of what he’d tried to make my girl do. Fuck, my girl? Since when was she my girl? She wasn’t my anything. She hated me. She’d cursed me. She was mated to fucking Shadowbrook.

YOUR girl

But for now, we had one particular goal we shared and I wanted to dig deeper into it. For me, for her. For every inmate who was dragged down into Psych and ended up burning in the incinerator for it after. Burned by me. I’d played a part in whatever was going on down here. Done my duty.

poor dude

Quentin cast a silencing bubble, chuckling demonically to himself as he moved to lock the door. He looked to me, wetting his lips as his eyes gleamed with excitement. He was nearly half my height, his back was hunched, his eyes bright red and his teeth sharpened to points, all features he’d altered himself by magic. Because he liked being a scary motherfucker, I guessed. And it worked. The guy creeped the fucking shit out of me, but I’d needed his help and he’d agreed. I knew he wouldn’t be able to pass up the chance to torture someone. That was just the kind of twisted little freak he was.

is this vard? nah he wants to do more bad shit

“I-I can’t,” she rasped. “I’m not allowed to-” “You will talk, baby bird,” Quentin cut her off. “You will give me all your secrets.” “No,” she growled, yanking against her restraints as Quentin got down off his step and hummed under his breath as he moved to a trolley full of tools closer to the bed. He reached down for something, picking up a small metal pot and I frowned. What the fuck is that? Janice looked to me in desperation. “You can’t do this to me. Please, help me.”

eesh

Then heaps of thin, black Fire Acid Slugs crawled out and immediately started burrowing into her flesh like they were starved. Janice screamed as they slithered all over her body and I clenched my jaw as I watched, waiting for her screams to turn to words and for her to start telling us everything. Because fuck. That. Shit. “No – please – stop!” she begged as the monstrous little creatures started eating her with sharp teeth.

hate it

She was looking down at a man strapped to a table as he jerked against his binds, his chest carved open as light poured out of him and into a large glass jar, channelled there by some strange metal object that was glittering with a dark and ominous magic. Sickness clutched my gut as that light was torn free from the man’s body by the scalpel as Janice cut through it, carving away the strange, ethereal matter that connected it to him. To his soul.

VARD SHIT

The memory faded once more and I was drawn into another one as Quentin guided me into it. I was looking through Janice’s eyes into a glass chamber where a girl with pink hair was strapped to a chair. My gut tightened as I recognised her as one of the inmates who’d lost their minds in this place recently.

Bullseye :(

A fierce anger filled me as I watched a nurse stride into the room with a jar of light clasped in her hands. Janice followed her into the room and moved to stand in front of the pink haired girl, gazing down into her dead eyes. “What was she before?” Janice asked the nurse who checked an Atlas in her palm. “A Vampire,” she replied and my jaw tightened.

INSANE

“That’s it,” Janice urged hopefully. “Accept the new sensation. You’re a Werewolf now. Can you feel the change?” The girl just gargled and shock rippled through me as I realised what was happening. What those jars were. What had been done to this girl.

Vard is so part of this I can taste it.

Fur spread across her skin and she screamed as her mouth and nose extended into a snout and razor sharp teeth filled her jaw. The shift was slow and looked tortuous as she fought against it, the fur drawing in again as she shook her head and sobbed. “That’s not me. It’s not me,” she begged. “Please take it away.” “Accept it, stop fighting,”

omg i am so fucking sad

But she didn’t stop jerking, her hands shifted into paws, her eyes bulging, then blood spilled from her nose and she stopped convulsing. Her eyes stared lifelessly up at Janice. And the bitch just tutted. “We’ll try again tomorrow,”

god this bitch...

“They’re…taking the inmates’ Orders away?” he rasped and I nodded stiffly, my throat burning, my stomach knotting. I released his hand, backing away, swiping a palm over my face as I tried to process what I’d seen. Pike was responsible for this. She’d organised the whole thing. Hired Janice.

is Janice...Vard?

It defied the stars. Defied all Fae laws. It was repugnant, vile.

We do that often in this series.

My mind snagged on Rosalie as fear carved a path through my chest. She’d gone down there, risked being caught. What if they’d found her? What if they’d done that to her? Cut out her Wolf? Forced it on another Fae and tried to make her something…else. I snarled ferociously, pacing back and forth, fighting the base urge to tear Janice’s head off. But I had to keep calm. Had to figure this out.

“What are you doing?” he asked as I found what I wanted, taking the memory erasing potion into my grasp. I opened it, walking over to Janice and prising her lips apart to pour it in. “Wait,” Quentin said urgently, catching my arm and I growled in warning. “She’ll vomit when she wakes.” I nodded, grunting irritably and standing back so he could release her from his power, his eyes sliding back into one for a moment as he did so. She reared up, vomiting onto the floor and Quentin grabbed a hose, washing it down the drain that sat beneath the bed, eerily quiet as he worked.

oh well

“Please!” she begged. “Don’t kill me.” “You deserve the worst death I can dream up,” I growled in her face, my upper lip peeled back to reveal my fangs. “I’d cut off every one of your limbs and toss you to the psychos in this place to finish the job.” “B-but you won’t, right?” she asked shakily and I could practically taste her fear. I let a long pause stretch between us to draw out that terror in her then shook my head. “No,” I agreed. “Not today. But your death is coming. I promise you that.”

he should kill you slowly

As I pushed into my bedroom and stripped off my uniform to take a shower, I was filled with the unshakeable urge to go to Rosalie. To see that she was alright, still sleeping soundly in her bed. And by the time I’d done washing, the curse mark on my arm was throbbing as if begging me to follow through on that need. But I had no good reason to go marching down to her cell block and charging in there. The other guards would think I’d lost my damn mind and I didn’t need to draw attention to myself.

It was cold and bare and felt like the last place I wanted to be in the world. But I always felt this way here. And the problem wasn’t the room. It was being alone with myself.

As I fell into bed, trying to fight away the sickness over what I’d learned tonight, the curse turned on me once more. And I was dragged down into a sleep full of my past, returning to face the man who’d raised me as a monster. My personal nightmare. Benjamin Acrux.

WHO

He cast a huge pyre of Phoenix flames and then stood beside them and thrust a sun steel blade straight into his own heart. Well, he died alright. And then he fell back into the flames which he had been certain would give him life again…and they burned his body to a crisp. Turns out dead Phoenixes could burn and everything. It was lamented as this tragic loss in the name of science, but all it said to me was that he had been fruit loop crazy and wanted to believe in fairy tales way too much.

oh...

It was hot in this room and Sparkle had opted to tie her jumpsuit arms around her waist, revealing her colourful arm tattoos to the room at large and I snorted a laugh as I spotted one of a naked dude with curly blonde hair, bending over while a pink Pegasus drove its horn up his asshole and he gripped his hard cock with a look of ecstasy on his face. The words Horny for the Horn were painted beneath it in rainbow coloured lettering and I had to wonder what Caleb Altair would have thought of it if he'd seen it and laughed louder before I could stop myself.

LMAO my poor Caleb

"You need a time out, Thirty-Two," he growled as she whinnied in protest, trying to grab me as I smirked at her and leaned out of her reach. Cain dragged her to the door and passed her over to Officer Nichols who was standing outside. "Take her back to her cell block, and can you make sure there's a plastic sheet protecting the mattress on her bed too?"

"Let's have something from your childhood," Cain prompted. "Something that lets us get to know more about what it was like to grow up in the lap of the Oscura Clan and the big bad Wolves." I opened my mouth to try and feed him some bullshit, but my tongue felt heavy in my mouth and seemed to fight the words until I was choking them back. Fuck.

oop

I don't want to give them my truth. I mentally begged the universe to save me from this shit and just as I was about to open my mouth again, warmth seemed to radiate through my fingertips and I glanced down to find that soft, shimmering light that appeared when I harnessed my Moon Wolf gifts sliding along my fingers for a moment before the call of the truth stick left me entirely. No one else seemed to notice the ethereal glow and suddenly I was just a girl, sitting in a room full of stronzos, holding a stick with ribbons tied onto it.

her moon powers are cool af

"So, when I was about eight or nine, my grandmother got sick," I said, twisting the Stick of Truth between my fingers like I was lost to the horrors of my past.

LOL!

was so scared that I shifted, bursting through my clothes and grabbing the basket of ingredients between my teeth as I sped away in my Wolf form, though luckily, my red cloak stayed tied around my neck as I ran.

"I just couldn't believe..." My gaze moved to meet Cain's and I dropped the terrified mask as my lips hooked up in a smirk. "What big eyes she had." "What?" Cain barked, the penny finally dropping. "And what big ears she had," I added, my taunting smile growing even wider. "And what big teeth-" Cain's arms wrapped around my waist and he was hoisting me out of my chair and shooting out of the door before I even realised what was going on. We shot down the hallway and into a little office with two armchairs and a small table in it. He shoved me up against the door and snarled in my face, throwing a silencing bubble over us. "Tell me how you did that?" he growled. "How did you overcome the Truth Stick's magic?" "Does it make you angry when I lie, boss man?"

bahahah

"You know it does," he growled. "And does it turn you on too?" I teased. "More than I would ever admit," he said in a deep voice which had heat rushing between my thighs before I could stop myself from reacting. It took him a moment to realise what he'd said, and he looked down at the Truth Stick which I was still pressing to his hand before bellowing in rage and ripping it from my hands then smashing it against the wall. The Stick of Truth broke into two pieces which bounced down on the carpet and I smirked at him in triumph.

oops mason

"Also, if we're being honest here, I really shouldn't have been afraid of the big bad Wolf when he told me his mouth was all the better to eat me with. I recently let a big bad Wolf eat me and it was so fucking good that I don't even have words for it."

Ethan does like to eat

"You're impossible," he murmured, his lips twitching the tiniest amount. "I think the word you're looking for is insatiable," I replied.

"But before you go getting all excited, you should know there isn't anything I can do about it unless we can somehow get evidence of what I found out of here. The warden is in on it and my source won't talk again willingly. We don't even have enough to make the FIB start up an investigation, but I think you might be the only person around here who gives a shit about it, so..." "You're going to tell me?" I asked in surprise.

"Well she's a dead person now. And by the sounds of it that's for the best. The Fae who survive the process live a shell of a life, half crazed, totally fucked up and left to rot in cages. So far they can't figure out how to place the Orders into someone else though. Their goal is clearly to figure out how to give Fae multiple Orders."

"There are plenty of rich, evil fuckers who will always want more than they've got in life no matter how much they already have. Just look at Lionel Acrux," Cain muttered but I just shook my head, not wanting to get distracted by talking about that evil bastardo.

spit on his grave

His skin was hot with the presence of his fire magic beneath his skin as I took his arm between my hands, turning it to inspect the curse mark which now extended up to his elbow and disappeared beneath the rolled sleeve of his black shirt. "Maledizione della luna," I breathed as I reached out to run my fingers over the mark. His flesh shivered beneath my touch and the mark seemed to glow with that same ethereal shine that it had when I'd channelled my gift into creating it.

"And when I failed the tests he set me, he would punish me in all kinds of ways. One of which involved him locking me alone in the dark for days on end. He had a pit in the back yard, a crawl space under the front steps and a tiny closet which were his favourite places for me, and I never knew how long I would be trapped there once he threw me in. The walls would seem to close in on me and the darkness would whisper all kinds of horrors in my ears."

"When I saved your life, you punished me in just the same way, locking me up in the dark for far longer than he ever had with nothing but my memories of him to keep me company. And if you haven’t figured it out yet, my memories aren’t somewhere I like to reside,”

yeah im pissed too but not curse him to die pissed...

She scrubbed at her dark dreadlocks and my gaze hooked on the silvery crescent tattooed behind her ear. It made even me angry to see it, let alone what it was doing to Rosalie. Fuck I hated this. Hated having to hide her away, hated fighting with her all the time. A guy like me needed his beauty sleep and I was scraping by on sub-par ugly-as-a-pig’s-asshole sleep. I swear at this rate I was gonna get wrinkles before I was thirty. And that would just be a travesty for my perfect face.

THEN WHY DO YOU DO IT