Alpha Wolf (Darkmore Penitentiary, #2)

by Caroline Peckham

But how could she expect that? In Darkmore, our gangs were so fiercely divided. I’d be mocked, outcasted. I may even be killed for such a betrayal to the Lunar Brotherhood. Maybe that’s what she wants…

OH GET over yourself

I got hard for her instantly and she laughed softly, curling a finger to beckon me over. I shot a glance at the door, but everyone was gone and there were no guards in here. I had no reason not to go over there and claim my breath-taking mate.

get her!

“Hey big boy,” she purred, a smile playing around her mouth. “Aren’t you going to come closer?” “Don’t we hate each other again? I can’t keep up, love,” I said, keeping my voice level and cold. “Your cock says you like me,” she teased, batting those long lashes of hers and I found myself stepping closer.

not wrong. he does speak with his cock like all the other men in this story.

“I miss you every day. I think the pain of being away from you is going to kill me.” “Then you know what to do, shadow man,” she breathed and I didn’t question that strange ass nickname because I kinda liked it. “I can’t tell my pack, you know that. But love, I can’t keep away from you anymore. There’s got to be a compromise we can make?”

yeah you stop being a loser

ache for you in the dark and pine for you in the light. There’s no moment day or night that I don’t want you. It’s more than desire, I think it’s even more than love. Fuck, Rosalie, if you weren’t an Oscura, if there was some other way-” “But I am an Oscura. Nothing’s going to change that. So what are you going to do about it, pup?” “I’m not a pup,” I snarled and her smile only grew. “Yes you are. You’re a lost little pup who wants to go home, but you won’t let yourself because it’s not the place you thought it was. Just give in, Ethan.

yeah give in ethan...

My hands roamed down her velvet smooth back and I clutched her ass tight, crushing her to me. I frowned at the feeling of something hard pressing into my thigh, but didn’t question it too much as her hand slipped between us, pulling my own towel away so our flesh met everywhere. I jerked backwards as that hard thing on my leg felt most definitely like a- “What the fuck?!” I shouted as I looked down and spotted a huge pierced dick standing proud and fucking hard between her thighs.

oh.... hi Sin.

side. Pain sliced through me as she did it again and again and I spotted the sharpened end of a toothbrush in her hand as I staggered back, blood pouring down my skin as I took in what she’d done. “Why?” I begged, panic running through me. Did she want me dead? Was this her way of dealing with a mate she’d never asked for? How could she even hurt me with our bond in place? It shouldn’t have been possible. She suddenly shifted before me and it was no longer my mate I was looking at. It was Sin, naked as hell and covered in ink with a huge ass grin on his face. What? How is that possible?? “Motherfucker,” I

what in the fuck

Sin casually turned the bloody shank around in his hand and slammed it into his own gut, then again and again, barely even wincing as he did so. This asshole was fucking crazy. He was gonna kill us both, and for what? “Guard!” I managed to yell, my mind sharpening for a second and Sin tossed the toothbrush onto the floor, wailing with me. “Guard!” he begged and I didn’t know what the fuck was happening, only that I was most definitely bleeding out and now he was too. He shot me a look, pressing his finger to his lips. “Trust me, shadow man. You’ll be fine.”

hes insane!

I dunno Brenda, all I saw was a mad man running into the showers and stabbing Shadowbrook. I tried to help, because he was really screaming like a girl. Just screaming and screaming for his mommy, it was really sad. And then the guy came at me as I tried to save him and I managed to punch him even though I never got a proper look at his face. He stabbed me a few times, but I obviously scared him off. Dunno who it was, I guess the adrenaline had me thinking of only Shadowbrook. I wouldn’t say I’m a hero or anything, but…”

or hes a genius

spotting him sitting on a hospital bed across from mine, his legs folded up beneath him and a lolly pop in his mouth. Is he kidding me right now? “I shat out at least three bunnies.”

LMAO

“Yeah,” I gritted out. “Real lucky.” “I think he needs a lollipop, Brenda,” Sin said firmly and she chuckled, nodding her agreement before hurrying over to her desk and opening the top drawer. “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. “Strawberry,”

good choice

“You boys can have a little winkle time.” Brenda winked. “I need to go fill a report in for the warden.” “Winkle time?” I muttered as she stepped out of the door and locked it. “She means rest time obviously,” Sin said like he spoke fluent crazy. And oh yeah, he did.

related to gerry?

“Calm down, Lassie,” he said, smirking as he used his tongue to roll the lolly from side to side in his mouth. “It’s not like I pushed little Timmy down a well.” “What the fuck are you on about?” I snapped, snatching up my boxers again but Sin lunged forward, grabbing them from my hands and stuffing them inside his jumpsuit. “You fucking-” He spoke over me, “I didn’t try to kill you. I just needed to get us down here so we can help Rosalie.”

i cant

Sin opened a little linen bag and took out a Nevercot Plum, the bright purple skin shimmering a little in the light. He looked up at me with a serious expression on his face. “You need to put this up your butt.” My jaw went slack and anger pulsed through me. “That’s why you brought me here?” I snarled as he stood up, locked the cupboard and started tossing the plum up and down in his hand.

ofc it is

“Then you do it,” I insisted. “I’m hardly needed here.” “I can’t, kitten, they always strip search me.” “Bullshit,” I snapped, getting up in his face as I sucked furiously on my lolly. “You didn’t get searched when we left the Fate Room and I’ve been watching you since. They don’t strip search you any more than they do me.” He chuckled low in his throat. “Busted.”

bahahhaa

“Any chance of another lollipop, Brenda?” Sin asked, turning to her. “One for the road?” He flicked the stick of the one he’d finished into the trash can and she waggled her finger at him. “Naughty boy, you’re as cheeky as a whale on vacation,” she chastised. “Just this once.”

shes sweet on sin

I really fucking hate Sin Wilder. I pushed the plum between my cheeks, bending forward a little and working it up my ass because apparently I would put anything in there for Rosalie.

LOL good sign

Officer Hastings stood outside and he patted us down before eyeing the lolly in Sin’s mouth. “Give it here,” he instructed, holding out his palm and Sin growled like a dog. “Here. Now.” Sin took hold of the stick and tugged sharply before a loud crunch came as he crushed the lolly between his teeth then deposited the stick in Hastings’ palm. “Spoil sport,” Sin muttered and Hastings pursed his lips as he directed us ahead of him.

hi jack!

“Why are you walking like that?” he clipped at me and I immediately straightened, sharing a look with Sin. “I crushed his balls a minute ago,” Sin said casually. “Why?” Hastings balked. “He likes it,” Sin answered, smooth as fucking butter and I chewed the inside of my cheek to bite back my irritation. “Why would you like something like that?” Hastings asked me in alarm. “I just…do,” I said, feigning enthusiasm. “Nothing like a knee to the balls or a fist squeezing them until I nearly black out.” “By the stars,” Hastings muttered, wrinkling his nose at me and I added that to the list of reasons I despised Sin Wilder.

Lmao!!!!

I sat in the Mess Hall, twisting my spoon through my oatmeal as I pouted down at it, wishing it was pancakes, or French toast, or chocolate. Yeah, I could really have gone for some chocolate covered chocolate right about now.

"We need a word, runt," Gustard purred and within a heartbeat, every Wolf at the table was on their feet, teeth bared and snarling as they lunged between me and this piece of shit. My gut dropped at the sound of that old nickname on his lips though and with a lurch of vulnerability, I realised that he'd gone further than just finding out about me and Ethan and our escape plans when he'd pillaged my brain for information.

wouldn't want your filthy runt mouth anywhere near my cock, you jumped up little street whore. If I wanted to get myself off over you, I'd find myself a sun steel blade and strap you to a table while I finished the job of carving you up like your daddy started." His hand brushed my side where my scars lay beneath my jumpsuit and I whirled on him, my hand snapping closed around his throat as I threw my weight into him and slammed him up against the wall.

Woah bastard

I flinched the smallest amount as he threw that memory in my face and it was clearly the opening he'd been waiting for as he thrust his hand between us and something slammed into my stomach with a punch of pain so deep that a scream of agony escaped me. I shoved myself back away from him and he twisted the weapon in his hand, ripping it sideways before wrenching it free and blood poured from the wound in a flood.

Wtf!

"You're my girl," Gustard said, taking a step closer to me, his eyes wild with excitement and my heart beating out of rhythm because that sounded a hell of a lot like the words my papa had spoken to me right before he drove that sun steel blade into my side and began to carve me apart with it. "My pup," Gustard went on, confirming my fears as he quoted the man I hated most in all the world like he fucking admired him or something. "My bitch. And you'll always be that no matter what else happens."

KILL HIM WITH FIRE

"I can fix it," he said, his eyes wild with concern and I couldn't help but smile at my poor, sweet choir boy. He was so innocent looking with that floppy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. I swear he probably thought there was a lot of good in this fucked up world if you knew where to look for it. Probably believed there was some good in me too.

Im worried about him

"Shit, Rosalie," Hastings murmured and I tore my mind away from all the deliciously dark paths it had been heading down and raised my eyes to his. "All that blood...for a moment I was afraid I was too late-" "Even the devil knows not to mess with me, ragazzo del coro," I purred, reaching up to cup his cheek in my hand. "You don't need to worry about me." "If I'd lost you, I... " He cut himself off but as his gaze flickered to my mouth, I realised where his mind was going and the faintest twist of guilt tugged at me.

This sweet man! Stop fuckin with him

"Are you going to put that in a cup and give it to Officer Cain?" I teased and Hastings snorted a laugh. "Maybe I should," he agreed though I didn't think he meant it. I wished he did though, the look on that stronzo's face when he got a takeaway delivery straight from his vein of choice would have been priceless. "Waste not want not," I purred and Hastings shrugged, glancing at the swirling globe of my blood like he was actually considering delivering a takeaway service to the boss man and I really hoped he was.

he'd flip his shit

"What the fuck just happened to you, love?" Ethan growled in a low voice and as I turned my head to look up into his eyes, I found them wild with panic. "Shit, baby, do you care now?" I asked, wide eyed and innocent as the flood of inmates continued to pour past us and we drew more than a few curious looks. The Lunar King and Oscura Queen should never be seen together after all – the poor common folk would shit their britches. Couldn’t be having that.

Cain caught my waist and tugged me upright with a growl, digging his hand into his pocket and offering me a small bottle of blue potion. "What's that?" I grunted, trying to shake him off but he wouldn't let go. "It's a regeneration potion," he said. "It will help your blood get back to normal levels." "So sweet," I cooed, taking it and eyeing it suspiciously. My family had a lot of enemies and we were always careful about accepting drinks from strangers, but in this place it wasn't like I could really be picky. "I guess you're concerned there won't be enough blood for you to drink if I don't get back to normal quickly."

Please. I'd believe that when he managed to keep his teeth out of me for a month. He’d certainly caved fast enough when I’d offered it to him. And even if he did manage not to bite me again, I'd probably still have doubts.

you literally asked him to

By the time I reached the rest of our crew of escapees, I found Ethan looking like he was about to rip Christopher's head off while Roary and Sin closed in behind him like they wanted a turn too.

boyfriend bonding

"Calm down, little pup," Roary said in a low voice, wrapping an arm around my waist which I immediately shrugged off before whirling on him. "You know, when you call me that, I don't fucking like it," I snapped. "And I feel like you just do it to remind yourself that I'm younger than you, but I don't really care about your reasons. I'm twenty-four years old - the same age you were when you got locked up here. Tell me, did you think of yourself as a child then?"

get his ass

"Rosa..." Roary frowned at me then growled beneath his breath like he didn’t want to have this conversation. "Whatever," I huffed, turning my attention to the transmitter and connecting the dental floss to the chunk of blueberry gum like Pudding had shown me to get it to call out. "But I hope you realise I've fucked guys older than you before. Dirtier too. So don’t go thinking I’m some sweet little virgin or anything crazy like that."

again get him

"Papa, papa! You have to come and see what he’s doing now! He climbed up in the apple tree and says he won't come down unless Mommy gives him a special gift, but we don't know what he wants." "Is that RJ?" I asked, smiling as I opened my eyes again and found Roary's gaze softening at the mention of my niece. I beckoned him closer and he leaned in as I held the transmitter so that he could listen too and the kids started laughing while Dante told them off for interrupting him in the least convincing voice known to man.

Well now im sobbing! This is the most devastating scene from this entire part of this series (Darkmore)! Roary has NEVER even met them! Get them out of there and back with family!

"Say hello to your cugina," Dante called and the kids started shouting hello at the top of their lungs as I laughed. "Are you little pups being good for your papa?" I asked them, smiling as I remembered their chubby little cheeks and aching to see them for real as soon as possible. "I'm not a pup," RJ announced loudly. "I'm going to be a Lion and roar louder than anyone else in the entire kingdom." "Well I'm going to be a ninja," Luca replied in a superior tone. "Who also can turn into a Dragon and a Basilisk and a Tiberian Rat." "I don't think that's how it works," I laughed.

omg i love rj and luca so much. im so attached

"Is it sunny today?" Roary asked in his deep, rumbling tone. "Zio Roary, is that you?" RJ asked in excitement. "How could you tell?" he asked in reply. "Because you always ask if it's sunny." She started laughing again and I smirked at him as he rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, let's all laugh at the silly old Lion locked underground," he joked and the kids laughed even louder like that really was funny.

i dont have anymore tears!!!!!!!

"When I see you, I don't see a little pup, Rosa," Roary said in a low voice, returning to the argument we'd been having before that call. "I see a Fae worth respecting, fearing, following. I see one of the only good things in here and a piece of home I never dared to believe I’d have again. I don't think you're some stupid pup. I think you're the one thing I needed more than anything in this place. Hope."

SO GET TOGETHER ALREADY! DAMMIT ROARY NIGHT!

“My great uncle Neville was a white Nemean Lion,” he said thoughtfully. “I’ve got a nice red coat, but it's not that rare. Are there rare types of Vampires?" "I don't know," I said, stepping toward the door. "I suppose there's not much to be rare about a Vampire, fangs that glow maybe," he chuckled. "Yeah, maybe," I grunted, then wondered if this was why I had no friends. It wasn't like most of the guards here weren't decent Fae. It was that I wasn't. And that I'd lost the desire to bond with people a long time ago. After the only person I ever cared about was ripped from this world, I decided not to make a habit out of caring for people again. That kind of wound didn't heal right. It would always be there and the moon curse I was under liked to remind me of that even more often than before.

god i feel bad for him

She disappeared beyond the range of the camera and a flare of annoyance prickled through me followed by a wave of pain running up my arm from the curse mark. The silver rose vine had reached my shoulder now, wrapping around it and binding me even more tightly to her. To my oncoming fucking death.

Mostly I just wanted to see her. Check on her. And the curse on my arm seemed to agree with that, the pain ebbing away until the magic hummed keenly against my flesh instead. Fuck the moon and its ways.

uh huh!

My eyes fell on the ten inmates surrounding my girl as she fought for her fucking life. They tried to pin her down, blood pouring from a busted lip and a deep gash sliced along her right arm. Two Hundred was naked, his hairy back aimed my way as he barked orders at the others to hold her against the wall while his moving arm told me he was stroking his cock.

Scream!!!!!

I didn't see red. I saw the fires of hell blazing everywhere, flaring through every corner of my mind. My fangs lengthened and I dove toward my enemies with the full strength of my order, breaking two necks before the rest of them even realised I was there.

omg.... jesus christ mason!

I wasn’t satisfied with that though. I wouldn’t be until all of their screams were silenced forever.

we love morally grey men!

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

"I didn't break a rule!" he gasped. "I haven’t tried to escape." "No," I said in a dark and hungry tone. "You haven't broken any rules. But you've made a mistake in thinking that I follow the rulebook." "But y-you're a guard." he gasped. "And you're a disgusting rapist. But mostly, Christopher," I whispered, leaning in close so my words were just for him as he trembled beneath my hold. "You're a dead man."

GRR WOOF BARK SNARL

felt nothing as I gripped his head between my hands, ripping and ripping and ripping while his screams of pain turned to ones of utter, excruciating fear, begging me, pleading with me. Rosalie’s beautiful voice filled the room, speaking my name as I tore through muscle and bone and flesh and I thrived on the moment the light went out in his eyes. I wrenched his head clean off and his body crumpled beneath me like the sack of shit it was. Blood coated me as I tossed his head aside, the shower not running at this end of the unit so I remained painted in his death, my shoulders rising and falling as I drew in slow breaths to bring my heart back to a normal beat.

oh....

"Mason," she rasped, her eyes wide and unblinking. My name was the undoing of the raging, monstrous spell that held me in its grip. And I no longer hungered for death, I hungered for her. I was laid bare. What I'd done was admitting how I felt about her a thousand times louder than words ever could have.

I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she met my kiss with hungry movements of her own, a wolfish growl leaving her that made my cock harden to iron. Her nails tore down my back just as the bell sounded for the start of lockdown. I didn’t care and I didn't fucking stop, kissing her deeper, tasting her honey sweetness and wetting her in Two Hundred's blood which was splattered across the wall. She groaned, her thighs tightening around my waist and drawing me flush to her body so I felt the heat between her thighs burning against my stomach.

..bouncing ?

We were standing in a bloodbath of inmates I'd killed savagely. There was no disguising that and I didn't even dare let myself think about the world awaiting me beyond this chamber of death. Despite the terrifying reality of what I’d done, I was also standing in my darkest fucking fantasy. Rosalie wrapped around me, aching for me while the room ran red with blood around us. It was a Vampire’s wet dream and not one I’d ever imagined would really happen. But fuck, here I was. And there was no chance of me turning away.

"I'm done running from my problems," I said and she sneered. "Is that what I am to you? A problem?" She squeezed my dick hard enough to hurt and I bared my fangs at her, only growing harder at that. "Yeah, sweetheart," I slammed her back against the wall hard enough to bruise, pushing my hand between us and shoving hers away as I felt her hot wetness waiting for me, soaking through those ugly prisoner panties. "You're my dirty -" I freed my cock from my pants, "-filthy-" I tore her panties aside "-problem." I lined myself up with her slick entrance and she gasped, locking her ankles behind my back as she tried to pull me forward, telling me she wanted this as much as I did. “And I think I’ve finally found a solution.”

Bouncing !