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  “Good girl,” Officer Stone whispered. His face was still buried in my shoulder. He almost sounded sleepy. “If you can remember what happened last night, maybe you can remember what happened three days ago, before you were found lying in a sea of corpses.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and tried. Nothing. I stayed like that for long minutes. Soon, I felt Stone’s knot recede. He shifted on top of me. He looked at Father Rivera and patted him on the back.

  “Your turn, Father.”

  Slowly, he pulled out of me, and his seed spilled onto the blankets. I was still horny, still needy, still desperate to be fucked into oblivion. That was what happened when an Omega was in heat. She could have sex for hours, days… It was one of the reasons Omegas were only married off to very strong, resilient Alphas. To not be able to service an Omega through her heat was a disgrace.

  As Officer Stone pulled up his pants and took out a cigarette, Father Rivera grabbed me by the hair and forced me to turn around. I shifted on my belly, and he was behind me in seconds. He pulled away his clerical robe, just enough to reveal his swollen cock. Before he entered me, he took his time to caress the red marks and purple bruises on my ass. He’d put them there not even twenty-four hours ago, and because of the stupid collar I was still wearing, my body was unable to heal fully. They were slowly fading away, and for some reason, I felt like when that happened, Father Rivera would be more than eager to replace them with new ones.

  He pushed my head in the pillow and shoved himself inside me, roughly and without any preparation. He fucked me fast and hard, not even giving me time to breathe, moan, or tell him what I wanted. There was no need for that, because he didn’t care. He only cared about emptying himself inside me. Our little encounter in the chapel hadn’t been enough.

  “Cum for me, Omega,” he grunted as he pounded away. “Cum when I tell you to cum!”

  There was anger in his voice and the way he fucked me. I let out a loud scream as I came all over his cock and balls. I couldn’t help it. The fact that he was ordering me so harshly… it was enough to get me off. The sound of our sex filled the room. Skin slapping skin, my pussy making wet noises as his cock made Stone’s seed drip out of me every time he thrust inside… It was sinful, debasing, almost disgusting, but oh… so fulfilling!

  “Cum again. Come on, I know you want to.”

  I squeezed my eyes shut and shouted at the top of my lungs as another orgasm raked my body. I shivered and whimpered underneath his weight, and he only pushed me harder to the floor, the pillow now almost preventing me from breathing. I coughed and tried to focus on something else as I waited for him to finish. I looked at Warden Green and noticed he’d finally given in and was stroking himself absentmindedly through his pants. I wondered if he was going to be next.

  Father Rivera finally came with a howl, and as he filled me, he collapsed on top of me, then realizing he was suffocating me, drew me into his arms as he fell on his side. I had one leg trapped underneath me, and he pulled the other over his hip. As we lay like that, both Stone and Green had a nice view of his cock stretching my pussy as his knot grew behind my pelvic bone.

  We stayed like that for half an hour, maybe. Warden Green wasn’t next, though. In fact, he made himself more comfortable by sliding to the floor, his back against the wall, and one of Stone’s cigarettes between his lips. Officer Stone removed his clothes completely this time and climbed on top of me the second Father Rivera’s cock was out of my pussy. So, this was how it was going to be. The two Alphas were going to fuck me all night while the warden watched.

  Well, as long as my needs were satiated, I thought… “Bring it on.” I was going to put on one hell of a porn show for the warden of Dark Moon Prison.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Warden Green

  Watching Alaric and Garrett fuck the Omega was both torturous and sinfully satisfying. They took her over and over, knotted her at least half a dozen times until morning, and spread their seed on her body, over her breasts and face to mark their territory. Neither of them had claimed her mouth yet. I hadn’t asked them to save it for me, but if they’d silently decided to do it, I wasn’t the one to complain. When they were finally done and the Omega was spent, passed out in her defiled nest, I sent them both away and knelt beside her. I was fully dressed, still, my dick begging to be released from the tight confines of my pants. My balls hurt, and I knew I had to cum today. In the next few minutes, preferably.

  Sierra Carmine…

  She was sleeping peacefully, her cheeks red from so much effort, her skin covered in sweat and fluids. Her pussy was a mess, and the blankets were drenched in the two Alpha’s seed. The cell reeked of them and of her slick. Even when she was asleep, her body seemed to produce the same quantity. Maybe Alaric had given her too high a dose.

  I brushed the hair from her face, traced her lips with the tips of my fingers. She didn’t move, didn’t open her eyes. She was so exhausted that I could probably do whatever I wanted to her. She wasn’t going to wake up anytime soon. Satisfied that she was completely out, I finally pulled my cock out. It had turned almost purple, and my balls were about to explode. It didn’t take long. I pumped it a few times, leaning over her, staring at her body, and the next thing I knew, I was cumming in thick, long spurts. I grunted deep in my chest and directed my seed at her face and hair. It must have tickled her nose, because she scrunched it up cutely, and I almost laughed. I shot every last drop of what I had, then wiped myself with a piece of what had been her clothes, and tucked my cock back in my pants, even though it was just as hard as before. In a few minutes, I’d be able to go again, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to fuck the Omega. Not yet, at least, not until I found out the truth about her. I didn’t take any particular pleasure in screwing inmates who were in here for murdering their kind. I wasn’t like Alaric and Garrett. Those bastards were bad judges of character, and never said no when free pussy was offered to them. The fact that I’d just come all over her face… That was a necessity more than anything.

  I grabbed a pillow and lied on the floor, next to her. Carefully, I started spreading my cum all over her skin, and when she didn’t stir in her sleep, I dared to go as far as to slip my fingers between her lips. She was beautiful. No. She was gorgeous. Alaric had been right. The finest pussy any of us had ever seen. But she was more than that. She had to be. Because I couldn’t deny that I felt a pull toward her, and when I was so drawn to a woman, that meant there was always more about her than met the eye.

  As I watched her sleep, breathing evenly, her chest rising and falling in a slow, soothing rhythm, I couldn’t help but think of Vella.

  Vella.

  My Vella… She was gone now. Because of me. What had happened to her was entirely my fault, and I would have taken full responsibility if Alaric hadn’t stopped me and punched some sense into me. The day that Vella died had been the first and last time when Alaric Stone had punched me in the face. Now, after four years, I was grateful to him. He’d saved me from myself. I was doing a good job at Dark Moon Prison, and it would’ve been stupid to lose my job over a bitch who’d tried to escape. Except… that bitch had also been the love of my life.

  Vella wasn’t an Omega. She was a Beta, but she had long, shiny hair just like Sierra. Maybe hers was a bit darker. She had light green eyes that turned silver in the sun, full lips, and the most adorable dimples in her cheeks. She stole my heart the second she arrived at Dark Moon Prison, having been convicted for revealing the existence of werewolves to a human. She’d only gotten ten years for it, as it wasn’t considered that much of an offence in our community. If she’d harmed the human, she would’ve gotten twenty years. But she’d only been silly enough to fall in love with the poor guy, and he turned out to be such a wicked charmer that my Vella soon found herself telling him all her secrets. The Council of the Elders took care of him and sent Vella to prison. When she walked in, even in her awful, gray overalls, she lit up the place. From day one, all I could think about was her. On the one hand, I thought her sentence was too harsh. On the other hand, though, I was glad her mistake with the human man had brought her to me. Soon enough, we were seeing each other anywhere we could, kissing in broom closets, and fucking in my office. I made Alaric send her to solitary once just to have her all to myself for a few days. She didn’t appreciate it, but I made it up to her with mind blowing sex and good food.

  I shook my head. No, I couldn’t think about Vella now. She’d broken my heart. She’d taken advantage of me. But Sierra reminded me of her, and no matter how hard I tried to forget Vella, every time I saw Sierra, every time I caught her scent… the other woman just invaded my thoughts. I hoped to God Sierra would prove to be nothing like Vella. Because Vella had betrayed me when she’d tried to escape Dark Moon Prison, and I could never forgive her for it. Not even when she was ashes now, dwelling in an urn on her parents’ mantle, back home with her pack. Yet, how could she have been different? These bitches… they were all the same. And Sierra’s offense was a serious one. She hadn’t told a random human about werewolves, she’d slaughtered her own pack! And she claimed that she couldn’t remember doing it, but that didn’t mean anything. For all I knew, she could’ve been lying.

  “Fuck,” I whispered, knowing she couldn’t hear me. “Everything would be so much easier if the Council of the Elders and the Administration simply let you die in the pit. We don’t even need a confession. Alaric and Garrett insisted they could get it out of you, but you are a tough nut to crack, aren’t you, Sierra Carmine?” I tapped her temple with the tips of my fingers. “What’s hiding in there? Do you really suffer from temporary memory loss, or is it all a charade?” She sighed in her sleep.

  The more I looked at her, the more I was in her presence, the more I
doubted myself and everything I knew, everything they had told me. After all, I hadn’t been at the crime scene. I had the report the detectives who’d been assigned to her case had written, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I knew how the world worked, and how everything and everyone was controlled by the Administration. And the Administration was rarely clean.

  “Omega,” I whispered gently as I traced her features with my thumb. “Look how small and frail you are. Alaric almost crushed you tonight. Those two Betas could have killed you. And they want me to believe you killed your family, your friends… your pack.”

  I had to get out of here. Her scent was intoxicating, and it was starting to mess with my head. My cock was as hard as ever, but I didn’t want to jerk off again, nor did I want to put it in her. She already had too much power over me. So, I pushed myself off the floor and walked out, locking the door behind me. We’d have to keep her in solitary until her heat wore off, and that could be a couple of days, maybe a week.

  “Fuck.” I was walking down the dimly lit corridor when I stopped in my tracks. It just crossed my mind that someone would have to help her clean up, then clean the cell. “Fuck.” I could ask Alaric, but I already knew how he’d do it – via a freezing cold shower, like the last time. That shit had caused her hysteria in the common showers. Rivera was even crueler than Alaric. I realized I didn’t want to ever let them handle her again unless I was there to make sure they didn’t go overboard. It would be tough to accomplish, because while Alaric listened to my orders, the priest didn’t recognize my authority. He always said the only authority he recognized was that of God. Bullshit. Maybe Satan. I didn’t know much about Rivera’s life before he became a priest and came to Dark Moon Prison. Only that his father was one of the most terrifying Alphas in North America, and Garrett didn’t speak to him. His mother, an Omega, had been dead for years. Nothing suspicious, though. Just a family dealing with problems and tragedies many other werewolf families dealt with on a daily basis. But something must have happened to Garrett in his childhood, because the way he’d come out was… twisted, to say the least.

  No, I couldn’t trust any of those two with Sierra, especially not when she was in this vulnerable state where she couldn’t distinguish right from wrong. I might have had my doubts about the accusations, but Alaric didn’t, and neither did Garrett. They truly believed that she deserved to burn in the pit, and they were certain it was going to happen, even if her death sentence had been delayed for now. They were going to get everything they could from her body before that, then they’d forget she ever existed.

  “Fuck, it has to be me.”

  She was safe for now, though, so I went to my office and made a mental note to set my alarm for later. I was going to be the one to clean Sierra and make sure the cell was sanitized before the next round of fucking.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Wisteria

  I woke up feeling hot, dirty, and hungry. As I stretched in my nest, I felt my skin cracking all over, and at first I thought it must have dried because of the unbearable heat, but then I remembered the night before, the two Alphas filling me and covering me with their seed, and that the heat wasn’t real, – the cell must have actually been cold, – it was just my body burning with a fever I couldn’t understand and couldn’t heal on my own. I pulled at the collar around my neck and wondered whether my system would fight the fever better if they just took it off and allowed my werewolf powers to manifest to their full potential.

  The door opened, and Warden Green stepped in. He was alone. It was as if he’d sensed I was awake. I pulled a blanket over me to cover my nakedness, but the truth was that the simple sight of him turned me on. I wanted to open my legs and pull him between them, but he looked so serious, with his dark brows furrowed and his jaw set tightly, that I was afraid he’d take it as an insult. Last night, he’d been the only one to resist me, which was an incredible feat! To resist fucking an Omega when she was in heat? Not many Alphas could say they had so much self-control. And Warden Green had done it while watching his men take me over and over again, until I collapsed under them, spent and happy.

  “If you come with me, I will help you wash,” he said.

  I nodded.

  “Someone will come and clean the cell, bring in new blankets and clothes for you. And I will give you food. But after you wash.”

  I nodded again. He probably wanted Officer Stone’s and Father Rivera’s seed off my skin and out of my hair. I licked my parched lips, hoping that when he said food, he also meant water. A foreign taste exploded in my mouth, a flavor I’d never sampled before. By now, I knew exactly what Stone’s seed tasted like, and also Father Rivera’s. Neither of them had fucked my mouth, but being the possessive Alphas that they were, they’d both shoved their seed-stained fingers between my lips, forcing me to lick them clean. The taste I felt now was different – manly and strong. I looked up at Warden Green, a question in my eyes. He must have noticed it and guessed what it was, because he promptly turned on his heels and headed out the door, waiting for me to follow him. I wrapped myself in a blanket, and padded quickly after him, my bare feet not even feeling how cold the floor was. Damn fever!

  He took me to the bathroom first and waited outside while I used it. I was embarrassed, and I almost didn’t use it, but I had to. I knew he could hear me even through the walls. When one was a werewolf, not many sounds and scents remained unknown to one. It was why packs always had their bathrooms built far away from the houses they slept in, deep in the woods, surrounded by thick walls. Since they could run at a speed impossible for humans, they weren’t out of reach in the least. I flushed and stepped out, my eyes fixed on my bare toes. He didn’t say a word. He just motioned for me to move into the shower. I dropped the blanket, and it pooled around my ankles. He turned the water on, and for a second, I felt like I was about to start hyperventilating. My pulse hammered under my collar, and heat rose to my head. He noticed, and gently placed his hand on my lower back.

  “It’s warm,” he whispered reassuringly.

  I nodded. Last night, I’d remembered exactly what Officer Stone and Father Rivera had done to me when I was first brought here. Stone had locked me in a white room with one glass wall, and let the doctor take blood samples, as well as samples of my saliva and… my slick. Then, he’d taken me to this very shower, took a hose, and sprayed me with freezing cold water until I couldn’t feel a single thing in my body anymore. I’d attacked him. Yes, I remembered now. I remembered the rage, the murderous insanity that had taken over me, and I remembered how I’d outpowered him, taking him by surprise and trying to claw his eyes out. Later, he’d punished me by tasing me until I was paralyzed on the floor. PTSD, he’d said. Ha! For good reason.

  “I’m not him,” the warden said when he saw I wasn’t moving.

  I swallowed around the lump in my throat. “What’s your name?”

  “Callum.”

  “Callum. Callum Green.” His name rolled nicely off my tongue. I looked at him, reached out, and ran my fingers over the deep scar on his cheek. “How did you get this?”

  He clenched his jaw. “Someone whom I loved betrayed me.”

  That was all. He wasn’t going to tell me more, and for now, I had to accept what I was being offered and consider it enough. I finally stepped under the warm spray of the shower. I felt him move behind me, and soon, his soapy hands were running all over my body, rubbing the other men’s seed out of my skin. I let him. It was soothing, and the truth was that I felt rather weak. He asked me to turn around after a while, and I did. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as his palms ran over my round breasts. He caught my nipples between his fingers and rubbed them gently. My pussy throbbed for him, and my blond curls were soon covered in sticky slick. I opened my eyes and looked at him, searching his face for any indication that my heat had an effect on him. He was very good at disguising his feelings. The way he touched me… He didn’t grope me, didn’t knead my flesh, didn’t squeeze my breasts or my ass for his own pleasure. He simply washed me slowly and calmly. His clothes were drenched, and the fabric of his white shirt clung to his skin. He was a gorgeous man, a fine Alpha specimen. His cock was rock hard in his pants, but he paid it no mind. For the life of me, I couldn’t understand how this man could resist me. His will power was unprecedented. Until now, I hadn’t even imagined that it could’ve been possible for an Alpha to touch an Omega in heat, be so close to her, inhale the scent of her slick, and not mount her on the spot. He was incredible! The most fascinating, mysterious, and exciting man I’d ever met. And I couldn’t even remember what other Alphas I’d met before him, but I was still one hundred percent certain of my evaluation.