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  “Do you want to know…” he said between labored breaths, “why your body is so sore? Why you can’t… sit without feeling pain?”

  My hand moved to my right hip. I slowly traced it, then my fingers inched toward my cheek. I pressed lightly, and sharp pain shot through me. I whimpered.

  “Please tell me.”

  By now, I knew that I’d met both Officer Stone and Father Rivera before. Last night, maybe. They knew so much about me. It was as if we had history together. And by now, as I watched the priest’s hand bounce tirelessly through the lattice panel, I knew I wasn’t safe with him. He might have been even more dangerous than Officer Stone, because Stone never hid his intentions when it came to me. Father Rivera wanted me to trust him first, so he could break me harder. I should have run. I should have burst out of the confessional and out of the chapel, looked for Officer Bough, and told her everything. I didn’t. I couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. In fact, I wanted more. I wanted to see better. And Father Rivera soon granted my wish. He pulled the panel open, and my eyes fell on his hand wrapped around his thick, hard cock. I gasped, my eyes wide, my mouth slightly ajar. Beads of precum glowed around the slit, and as he moved his hand up, he ran his thumb over the engorged head, spreading them down his length as he pulled at his cock and squeezed it at the base.

  “I will tell you everything,” he whispered. His voice was laced with lust. His Alpha pheromones enveloped me, and my pussy throbbed with need. “Look at me, Omega.”

  Once again, I couldn’t resist him. I looked into his eyes, and I knew he could see how dilated my pupils were. I wasn’t even in heat, but I wanted him. I wanted his cock deep inside me. I felt that pull, again, deep in my chest. I’d felt it with Officer Stone, and now with Father Rivera. That thread that vibrated and whispered that I belonged to them, that they’d both done something to me the night before, and it couldn’t be undone. Actions that I couldn’t remember had sealed my fate and bound me to these cruel, vicious Alphas. I was doomed. I would never seek help, never want to be rescued.

  “Do as I say, and I will tell you everything.”

  “Yes, Father.”

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Father Rivera

  Her voice had done it for me. In that dark cell, after the doctor had poked and prodded her, and Alaric had tortured her, Wisteria hadn’t spoken a word. All Alaric and I had gotten out of her had been whimpers, moans, and screams. And tears. Yes, tears too. Later, when Warden Green ordered us to put her in with the others in cell block B, Alaric had told me that as I spanked her, she’d started crying and begging. I hated myself for having been too far gone, too focused on hurting her to hear her little voice plead for me to stop. When I went into the zone, when I lost myself in the motion of applying lashes to pale, tender skin, the world vanished. I couldn’t hear, see, feel anything but the sound of leather on inflamed flesh, the heat radiating from the abused body struggling to escape my grip. It was my hell. It was my personal, secret heaven. It was where I could let my demons out, so my soul would lift above my body, above this cage of flesh and bone, free and light, unburdened by the terrors of this world.

  But today, in this cramped space where my senses were assaulted by her Omega scent, Wisteria spoke. And her voice was music to my ears, an aphrodisiac so sweet and rare that my cock became hard in seconds, and my hand moved to pull it out from underneath my clerical robe before I even realized what I was doing. She kept talking, on her knees, her head bowed, and all I could do was pump my cock with abandon and encourage her to confess. Today, she remembered even less than last night. Today, she was even more confused, lost, fragile, alone. She was an easier target, and only a fool would’ve missed this chance to get this young, virgin beauty addicted. She was the only Omega at Dark Moon Prison, and the first Omega I’d seen in years. I’d chosen the path of God when I was only eighteen, and now, fourteen years later, I didn’t regret it, yet… It would’ve been nice to be allowed to take a mate. Soothing… Maybe an Omega mate would’ve chased my demons away, kissed my wounds, and healed my broken soul. I was never going to find out. Celibacy and the work of God were my destiny. That didn’t mean I didn’t indulge in some Beta pussy now and then – the female inmates at Dark Moon Prison were more than willing to spread their legs for the gentle, brooding priest. Yes, I was always gentle with them. I didn’t feel comfortable showing them my true face. But Wisteria was different. I felt like I could pour all my darkness into her, and she would never ask me to stop. She’d just want more.

  The way her purple eyes fixed on my cock when I pulled the lattice panel… I almost came all over my hand. She could have run, she could have screamed. She could have at least said this was inappropriate, that I was a pervert and she wanted nothing to do with me. She did none of that. Still kneeling, I noticed how she squeezed her legs tighter, but it was futile. I could smell the scent of her slick. Her panties must have been soaked by now. Her pussy throbbed for my cock, but this wasn’t the time, nor the place. I would take something from her, but not her maidenhood. Not yet.

  “Do as I say, and I will tell you everything.”

  “Yes, Father.”

  My eyes rolled in my head, and I bit my tongue hard. I could barely stand up in the confessional, but I managed to turn to her and position my cock over her face, inches from her lips. She had them parted, and I fought the urge to shove myself into her mouth and make her gag on my girth.

  “Show me your tits,” I said huskily. My heart beat wildly, pumping blood like I was running a marathon.

  Ever so slowly, she pulled down the straps of her overalls, rolling the awful garment over her round breasts, down to her waist. She was in an oversized sweater now, and she gripped the hem of it, ready to pull it over her head. Her hands were trembling. She looked up into my eyes, biting her lower lip anxiously.

  “That’s it,” I grunted. “I will tell you your name. I will tell you what happened last night.”

  With a sigh, she yanked the sweater off, and remained in her white bra. The piece of lingerie was big and unflattering. I couldn’t help myself… I reached through the small opening and grabbed her right breast. She shuddered when I touched her. “Take it off. Now.” It was an order. She complied.

  Her tits looked amazing. Heavy and firm, just the right size. Her nipples hardened, and I squeezed one between my fingers as I stroked my dick faster.

  “Touch yourself.”

  “I… I don’t know how.”

  A moan caught in my throat. “You never touched yourself before?” When she shook her head, more precum leaked out of my slit. I needed to cum so badly. “Do you want me to guide you?”

  “Y-yes.”

  I grinned. “I’m sure you know that step one is to put your hand inside your panties.” She blushed cutely. She brushed her hand over her stomach as she shoved it between her legs. “Slowly, now. Part your pussy lips, move your finger up and down, spread that delicious slick I know is pouring out of you.”

  “Mmm…” She moaned. Her eyes fluttered close.

  I grabbed her tit to get her attention. “Look at me.” I pushed my cock in her face, and the wet tip brushed her nose. “Look here.”

  She licked her lips. “I’m sorry.”

  “Say that again.”

  “I’m sorry, Father. I will do as you say.”

  “Good girl.” I bucked my hips to get closer to her and touched the head of my cock to her cheek, her jaw, to the corner of her sinful lips. It was pure torture, and I loved it. It drove me insane with lust and need. Soon, I was going to cum harder than ever before. “Now find that tiny nub that makes you explode with pleasure when you touch it. That’s your clitoris, Wisteria.”

  “Oh…”

  “Rub it with your fingers. In circles.”

  “Mmm… I’ve… I’ve felt this kind of pleasure before.”

  I chuckled darkly. “Yes, you did. Last night.”

  “I… I touched myself last night?” Her eyes went wide
with surprise.

  “No. Officer Stone did. He held you down and sucked your nipples.” The way her breath hitched… It made my heart rush even faster. “He pushed his hand between your legs and rubbed your clit until you came and coated his fingers with your juices. You asked for more. You wanted him to fuck you, but he didn’t. And then… do you know what happened, Wisteria? I threw you over my knees and spanked you with my belt. That’s why your ass is so raw today that you can’t even sit.”

  “Please…”

  She let out a pained moan, and her body spasmed ever so slightly. I knew my words, my description of what Alaric and I had done to her the night before, had thrown her over the edge. What a dirty slut she was… I couldn’t hold back any longer. I came all over her face and tits. String after string of hot, creamy cum, and she stared at my dick spilling all over her, she couldn’t look away. Her mouth was ajar now, but she made no move to catch my cum on her tongue. She seemed frozen in place. No matter. I didn’t want her to taste me yet. She didn’t deserve such a treat. She had to confess first, and maybe then, Alaric and I would give her what her Omega cunt craved – orgasm after orgasm. I thought of my cock knotting her virgin pussy and released one last string of seed over her hard nipples.

  “Fuck,” I grunted. “Fuck, I needed this, Wisteria.” I let go of my cock and grabbed her jaw. “You’re evil. What you do to me… I can’t even describe it. Since the first time I saw you, you’re all I can think of. Your eyes, your lips, your tits, your…” I dragged in a breath. I couldn’t go on like this, or I’d be hard again in minutes. “Fuck.”

  “You promised…”

  I nodded. “Yes. I promised I’d tell you what I know.”

  “You said everything…”

  “I don’t know everything.” I laughed.

  “Okay.”

  “But first of all, what will you do when you get out of the confessional?”

  She thought for a second, then her eyes lit up when she understood what I was talking about. “I will… clean up and never tell a soul.”

  “Good.” I stroked her luscious, blond hair. “Good girl.”

  I tucked myself back in my pants and pulled my robe over the mess I’d made. Some of my seed had spilled on my black pants, and I’d have to take care of that later. I sat back down and looked at her through the small opening. She hadn’t covered her breasts yet, and my seed was starting to dry on her skin. She smelled like me, and I knew that the other werewolves – inmates and guards – would know something had happened the second she’d walk out of here. I didn’t care. As long as she kept silent, they would only make assumptions, and assumptions were harmless. I considered reminding her that she could get dressed now but changed my mind. I enjoyed the view too much.

  “Your name is Sierra Carmine,” I said. Neither Alaric, nor Warden Green would agree to this, but I didn’t care. A promise was a promise. Even when it had been made to a murderous bitch. After all, I was a man of God and I always kept my word. “You belonged to the Carmine Pack. Your father was the Alpha, and you were one of his many Omega children.”

  “Was… were…? I don’t understand.”

  “The Carmine Pack is no more. You took care of that.” I grinned. The look on her pretty face was priceless. “You’re at Dark Moon Prison because a couple of days ago, you snapped. You went into a frenzy and killed everyone. You killed your father, your mother, your brothers and sisters, every Beta and every Omega, to the very last one. You were on death row with no trial. Until a little over midnight, at least, then Warden Green got a call from above and said your case is being reopened. So, he had me and Alaric put you into a normal cell.”

  She shook her head. “N-no. This can’t be true. I don’t remember anything! And I’m an Omega. I simply don’t have the physical strength and stamina to do something like that.”

  “Well, that’s the mystery, Sierra my sweet. It’s what we’re all trying to find out. How did you do it? How did you do it, indeed? That’s why we need you to remember and confess.”

  She took a deep breath and released it slowly. I was surprised at how calm she was, actually.

  “Why can’t I remember? If I did it, why can’t I remember anything from before… this very morning? You said that you and Officer Stone… did things to me. It’s like my body remembers, but my mind doesn’t.”

  “Warden Green ordered Doctor Sylvan to give you something to forget our… adventures last night. Sorry about that.” I snickered. “You know, I’m not supposed to tell you anything, and I’ve told you so much already. There’s something about you, Wisteria… Something I can’t resist. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re a mystery to me. To all of us. I want to crack you open and see what’s inside.”

  Maybe my discourse had turned too serious, because she finally noticed she was still naked, her pebbled nipples pointing at me as if they craved my touch. She started to get dressed.

  “Thank you, Father. Now that I know my name and what I’m being accused of… maybe I’ll start remembering.” She was getting ready to leave.

  “If you do remember and want to confess, I will be here.”

  She nodded.

  “Not a word, Wisteria.”

  She bit her lip. “Of course not, Father.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Wisteria

  I didn’t know what was more shocking – what I’d found out, or what I’d had to do to get the information. I skipped breakfast and went back to my cell, but Roz soon showed up and started pestering me about classes, workshops, and optional activities.

  “You have to do something, or you’ll go insane in here all day. I’m going to a meditation class in half. There’s also a book club later, if reading’s your thing. But we only have access to the classics.”

  I ignored her. Roz meditating? That must have been a sight to see, but not today. Today, I was lost, floating… disconnected from my own body. I’d washed Father Rivera’s seed off my chest and face before Roz came in. I still smelled of him, and I could tell from Roz’s harsh tone that she was aware.

  “Oh, I see, you’re too tired,” she snickered. “Your first day here, and you’ve already gotten some action, didn’t you?”

  I turned to her. “What do you mean?” Although, it was probably idiotic to play dumb. But I wanted to know what she thought. I wanted to know if what Father Rivera had done today with me was something he did with all the female inmates. Deep down, I hoped that he didn’t. I hoped I was… an exception. Because we had history together, because he and Officer Stone had done things to me the night before, things I couldn’t remember to save my life but that had meant something for all three of us.

  “Oh, come on! You went to the chapel. And now I can smell Garrett fucking Rivera all over you. Did you fuck in the altar?” She crouched in front of me, as I sat on the edge of my bed. Even so, she was so tall and bulky that I had to crane my neck to look her in the eyes. “There’s not a single place in that chapel that hasn’t been defiled by some good ol’ hanky panky with the inmates in cell block B. He’s not into men, from what I hear. Otherwise, the priest would have fucked the entire prison by now.” She laughed out loud. “I swear, there’s something about him… It probably runs in his blood. I know some Alphas can convince anyone, and I mean anyone, to screw them at a snap of their fingers. Just like that. A word, a look… and the bitches open their legs.”

  “That’s not what happened,” I blushed, averting my gaze. Sharp pain stabbed me right in the heart. My hopes had been shattered. So, he did this all the time. He’d had every female inmate at Dark Moon Prison. He hadn’t had me yet, but he was probably saving my maidenhood for later, building up the tension, the desire. I was probably the first virgin to ever be locked up in here. I felt hurt and betrayed, and I kind of wanted Roz to go away now, so I could lick my wounds in peace.

  “No? He didn’t fill your pussy? What happened, then? Because you stink like a bucket of cum.”

  My eyes widened at
her crude language. “Roz, no… Nothing happened. I mean, not much…”

  She grinned knowingly. “Did you suck him off in the confessional?”

  “N-no…”

  She stood up. “Okay, keep it to yourself. I don’t care. The whole prison knows, anyway.”

  “Will I get in trouble?”

  “Oh yes! Definitely.”

  A knot formed in my throat. I swallowed past it. “With the officers? The warden?”

  She laughed heartily. “Sweet, sweet Omega. The guards are probably already in line to get a juicy piece of you, especially now that they know the priest got his share this morning. They don’t care. They’re not here to mate. They’re here to make our lives a living hell and empty their balls as a bonus for their impeccable service to the Administration. You’re in trouble because there are a lot of bitches in here who rather enjoy Father Rivera’s cock and attention, and they’re not willing to share. Especially not with an Omega, who obviously has an advantage over them. Superior pussy, abundant slick… Plus, you’re new and exciting. They’re old trash. I’d be careful, if I were you.”

  “What about you?” I murmured.

  She pursed her lips. “What about me?”

  I shrugged. I shouldn’t have asked, and now that I knew I’d just made a mistake, I wasn’t going to spell it out for her.

  She stuck her finger in my face. “Watch it, doe. I’ve been good to you so far. A good cellie. Mind your own business, and we might get along still.”

  I nodded. She spat on the floor and stormed out. I prayed the meditation class worked and she’d forget my impertinence. The last thing I needed was for my cellmate to become my enemy. Even though she was only a Beta, she was big and strong enough to protect me. Not that she would…

  But if Roz wasn’t lying and the other female inmates already hated me because they had smelled Father Rivera on me, then I needed some kind of protection. Also, I needed answers. The priest had told me so little. My name was Sierra Carmine, and I had slaughtered my entire pack. I repeated this in my head a dozen times. “I am Sierra Carmine and I slaughtered my pack. I am Sierra Carmine and I…” It didn’t ring true. It didn’t make sense, and it didn’t bring back any memories of the past few days. My mind was blank. Even my own name sounded foreign to me. I seemed to have a stronger connection to Wisteria than to Sierra. Wisteria made sense, at least. She was the Omega who couldn’t resist the overwhelming power of two Alphas who’d claimed her in twisted ways, most likely against her will. My kind was weak, emotional, and often fell prey to raw, animalistic desire. I could understand that. I didn’t like it, and I resented these two men for what they had done to me, and I resented myself for failing to remember it, but at least it rang true to the rational part of my brain. Sierra, though, the Omega who’d murdered her own family and friends in cold blood… It was a story I couldn’t believe. My whole being rejected it. For an Omega to possess such physical strength, such thirst for violence… It was unheard of. It was impossible. I almost couldn’t understand how these people were so naïve to think I’d done it. It was so obvious someone had framed me. But the worst part… The worst part was that the harder I tried to remember the face of my father, the more it eluded me. I could remember my mother sometimes. I got flashes, and my heart ached every time I heard her voice in my head. I couldn’t accept that the gentle woman who’d given birth to me and my siblings, who’d raised us and taught us about the moon and the stars, was no more. When I closed my eyes and focused really hard, I could see her vaguely. Her hair was long and blond, just like mine, and she had blue eyes and light eyebrows and lashes, so light that sometimes they seemed to be non-existent. Her nose was small, and her lips were full. Her skin was as pale and translucent like the moon waxing in a dark ink sky. I knew I was the spitting image of her, and I didn’t feel like she was lost to me. I had this odd certainty that when things got sorted out and my innocence was proved, I’d get out of here and she’d wait for me in our special place in the forest, in the clearing where she’d taught me to make an ancient wolf out of wood. They were wrong. Everyone here was mistaken. Not only did I not murder my pack, I was convinced my pack was alive and well, waiting for me to return to them, their Omega princess. I had to remember. I had to do everything in my power to get my memory back. The truth was hidden deep inside me, and the sooner I brought it to the surface, the faster I could get justice and leave this hellish place.