Rogue Wolves Prison

By Cara Wylde and Eva Brandt

Once, I knew what my future was going to be like. I was bound to mate an Alpha chosen by my father, to be his Omega and have his pups. But I changed that future when I dared to fight off my would-be mate. When I killed him and became a rogue wolf.

 

There's only one place left for me now - Rogue Wolves Prison. The penitentiary built for the most vicious, unrepentant werewolves alive. It's not a place where I can expect to survive sane, let alone find love and a soulmate.

 

But all my expectations, hopes and fears are torn apart the moment I meet Killian Wolfsbane.

 

He's fierce, destructive, stronger than any werewolf I've seen. He's the leader of The Killers, the gang that holds almost as much power over the prison as the Warden. He looks at me with yearning and protects me, but can't seem to bear my presence. I can see myself in his grief.

 

It's foolish to pursue the attraction between us. It's foolish to hope. It's foolish to expect salvation. But maybe it's not foolish to believe in him. Rogue Wolves Prison might be hellish, but there might be a future for me here.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cara Wylde
• Release date: Apr 23, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393039426

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ROGUE WOLVES PRISON

A Paranormal Prison Romance

By EVA BRANDT and CARA WYLDE

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Copyright © 2020 by Eva Brandt and Cara Wylde

Cover by Emma Griffin

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This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are fictitious or have been used fictitiously, and are not to be construed as real in any way. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales, or organizations is entirely coincidental.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Epilogue

About the Authors

CHAPTER ONE

Angela

Guilty. Angela Ash, omega of the Ash Pack, you are hereby sentenced to life incarceration in the Rogue Wolves Maximum Security Prison.

The words echoed through the moonlit grove like a gunshot from a silver pistol. I didn’t react. I’d seen the sentence coming from the second I’d woken up covered in my would-be mate’s blood, from the moment my pack’s betas had come to take me in.

To my right, my mother shifted and dropped to four paws, letting out a mournful howl. She had hoped that some mercy would be granted. I was still very young, a fertile female, useful to my pack and my world. I could have made amends in a different way. I’d known better. I’d defied the most basic law of our world, and for that I needed to pay the price.

My father buried his human hand in my mother’s fur, keeping her from doing anything foolish. I didn’t think we were at any risk of that happening, but I’d been wrong before. Moon Goddess help me, I’d been so wrong, in every possible way, and now I’d spend my whole life imprisoned because of it.

Alpha Ash, the Elder Alpha continued, would you like to say anything to your daughter before she is taken away?

He looked at me, and in his eyes, I saw the same grief I’d heard in my mother’s howl. It was only for a moment, and then his face shut down, and he turned away.

I no longer have a daughter.

It was another thing I’d expected. My father was, first and foremost, an alpha, and he had to protect our pack. I’d brought dishonor and disaster onto us all through my crime, through murdering my future mate. Because of my selfishness, we were practically on the brink of war with the Yarrow pack. Even so, it still hurt. The words raked over my heart and my mind like hot coals, and I couldn’t suppress a whimper of pain.

No one took pity on me. The grove was filled with dozens of werewolves from the various American packs, but they all just stared at me in silent accusation.

Then let us finish this, the Elder Alpha continued. Alpha Stuart Ash, do you renege of your former omega, Angela Ash?

I do.

Do you declare her an outcast and a betrayer?

I do.

Do you declare her rogue?

I do.

The simple exchange severed the threads tying me to my alpha, to my pack, to my home. One by one, every single connection I’d had to my past self was obliterated. I collapsed to the ground, my human body forced through the shift as my wolf protested the treatment. I clawed at myself as I tried to hold onto the dissipating golden light, to keep them from turning me away.

The Elder’s betas pinned me down, and I helplessly howled and whimpered under them. My fight was pointless. I could do nothing. This was the natural consequence of my sentence, and it was only the beginning of the hell that would now be my life. I tasted blood in my mouth, and beyond that, I tasted terror.

A few bonds lingered, the affection my mother and my brother had for me still there, still warm even when everything else was ice. But the Elder Alpha knew that too, and he didn’t intend to let me have it.

Baxter Ash, do you renege of your former omega, Angela Ash? he asked my brother.

Baxter paused, and the moment of hesitation gave me enough respite to open my eyes. My vision was blurry, and distantly, I wondered if I’d managed to maim myself while struggling to hold onto my ties with the past.

On the other side of the grove, my brother was swaying. He seemed torn between rushing to help me and obeying his alpha. Just like that, I knew what I needed to do. I couldn’t cling to him. If I tried, I’d just drag him down.

I might have had my reasons, but even so, my actions had been against pack law. Dwayne had been a horrible, repulsive person, but my father had chosen him for me as my mate. I should have accepted my fate. I shouldn’t have fought him off.

A memory drifted into my mind, distant and foggy, tinged with crimson. You’re going to be my bitch tonight, little Angie.

No, we can’t, I heard my own voice say. We haven’t... We’re not mates yet.

"We don’t have to be. I’m an alpha. I’m your alpha. All you need to do is spread your legs and listen."

I should have just done it. If I had, Dwayne would still be alive, and I wouldn’t be going to jail. I hadn’t. Everything was a blur now, and I couldn’t remember how I’d managed to overpower him. But I could still remember the taste of his blood on my tongue, and the sound of his tortured screams.

I turned away from my brother, and he accepted my decision. She’s nothing to me. I renege of her.

The last strands connecting me to my pack started to dissipate, leaving behind only a giant, gaping wound. I curled into a tight ball, whimpering, blindly reaching for anything, anyone who could help me. The Moon Goddess whispered a song of forgiveness in my hair, and I focused on it with all my might, losing myself in regret, fear, and apologies.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t want to hurt him.

Didn’t you? a dark voice asked at the back of my consciousness. If you hadn’t, he wouldn’t be dead.

I kept my eyes shut, not wanting to listen to it, to accept the truth of what it was telling me. On some level, I was aware that it was right, but at the same time... At the same time, what?

I drifted. Memories of better days flashed through my mind, of a time when I’d played with my siblings as a pup, when we’d run through the Ash forests as a pack, when we’d howled together at the moon, and reveled in the embrace of the Moon Goddess.

A jarring thud snapped me out of my haze. I opened my eyes and found that one of the betas had carried me out of the grove and deposited me in the back of a cage van.

What a shame, he said as he sat me down. His hand was gentle in my fur, and I appreciated it, because I knew it was the last kind touch I’d ever receive. She was so beautiful, too. Could’ve been a great bitch.

Don’t even go there, one of his companions replied. She broke pack law, and that’s all there is to it.

I know, but still... Rogue Wolves Prison? It’s just... She’s still an omega.

"She was an omega. Not anymore. Now she’s just a criminal."

The kind beta remained silent. He didn’t have the courage to say the Elder Alpha was wrong, because that would’ve meant breaking the rules as well. The transgression wouldn’t have been as serious as mine, but still, it could have warranted a pack exile if the Elder Alpha deemed it just.

And so, I was strapped down to the floor of the van. When the silver cuffs tightened around my paws, I panicked again. I started to struggle, jerking on the poisonous bindings, clawing at the kind beta. It was much too late, and the only thing I accomplished was to weaken myself further.

The beta closed the van doors, leaving me alone, in the darkness. As he disappeared, I let myself go limp, and desperately tried to clear my head.

I was better than this, damn it. I could still survive this and find a way out, eventually. I’d committed a crime, yes, but I’d been the omega of our pack. My father should have protected me against my would-be mate. If he had, I would’ve never been forced to act.

I was on my own now, and my bonds with the past were gone. The pain of the loss still burned through me as fiercely as the silver. But I had a little time, enough time to come up with a plan of some kind.

I didn’t know much about Rogue Wolves Prison. By necessity, information on the facility was kept from regular werewolves, and only alphas knew its exact location. But my father had mentioned once that it was built in some kind of desert, and that the wolves taken there would always be reminded of their crimes by never having access to the moon again.

Rogue wolves spit in the face of pack law, he had said. They do not deserve to feel the scent of the forest air or to have the blessing of the Moon Goddess.

The desert closest to the pack lands of the Elders was three hundred miles away. It would take the betas hours to drive me there. Maybe by then, I’d be able to mend my wounds a little.

It was easier said than done. Patching up the injuries left behind by a banishing wouldn’t have been easy even if I’d been at my best. My progress was excruciatingly slow, and everything I fixed came undone because of the silver cuffs.

Time ticked past as I struggled to fix my broken form. After what seemed like ages, I managed to shift back into my humanoid body. It helped heal my self-inflicted claw marks and some of the silver burns, but I came very close to snapping my spine in the process.

I didn’t try anything more ambitious. So far, the betas hadn’t come to check up on me, which I suspected was because they were uncomfortable seeing an omega – even a former one, like me – in pain. But that would definitely change if they thought I was up to something suspicious.

Careful to keep my chains away from my exposed skin, I curled into a ball against the metal wall of the van and tried to take a nap. I hadn’t rested since this whole nightmare had started, and I had a feeling sleep would be a luxury at the prison. It was difficult, but in the end, my pain and restless thoughts lost the battle with my exhaustion, and I tumbled into unconsciousness.

I didn’t know how long I actually slept. The next thing I knew, the van was stopping, and the sound of raised voices and grating metal echoed inside the vehicle like a dark omen. If I’d been inclined to stay sleepy, that would’ve snapped me out of it pretty quickly.

Moon Goddess, help me, I mumbled to myself. Please, don’t abandon me.

It was a useless prayer, since the Moon Goddess didn’t listen to rogue wolves. The van doors opened, and several men I didn’t recognize reached for me. Dressed in the silver uniforms of the prison guards, they eyed me with undisguised interest.

New prisoner, eh? one of them said. He was a large, dark-haired man, with a massive white scar running across the side of his face. A woman. Yikes.

The betas from earlier joined them and helped them undo my chains. Not just a woman, an omega. Angela Ash.

No shit. A second guard whistled, impressed by my pedigree. I thought that was only a rumor. And what did an omega do to end up here? Is your bite as sharp as your eyes, pretty?

The question was addressed to me, but my tongue felt like lead in my mouth. I hated the way he was looking at me. I instantly regretted having shifted the night before, because I was completely naked and exposed to everyone. It hadn’t occurred to me that it would be a problem, but in hindsight, that had been stupid.

Nakedness was normal for my people, and no one would find it strange or inappropriate. But for rogue wolves, the same rules didn’t apply. Since I’d lost my pack, every single person at the prison could easily see this as an invitation to take whatever they wanted.

I took a deep breath and reminded myself it couldn’t be helped. This place was populated with violent wolves, and none of them would care about my comfort or consent. These guards were only the beginning.

Together, the group of men dragged me out of the van, their gloved hands as fierce and as merciless as the chains. The moment I stepped outside, I hissed in discomfort. The ground underneath my feet felt scorching hot, and the rays of the sun threatened to blind me on the spot.

Just like my father had said, the prison was in a desert area. Worse still, in front of me lay a massive structure surrounded by metallic, ominously silver walls. Barbed wire curled around the compound, sparking with glints of electricity. Several observation towers loomed in the distance, as threatening and judgmental as the gaze of the Elder Alpha.

I knew better than to think the building was actually made of silver. If that had been the case, the guards wouldn’t have been able to live here. Even so, just the color theme made my stomach turn and my blood turn to ice. It was a stupid, involuntary response, but I stumbled and fell to the ground.

The silver chains tightened against my already raw wrists as my palms and knees made a sharp contact with the rocky, hot terrain. I didn’t cry out, but I came very close.

The guards didn’t try to help me, and I picked myself up on my own, not wanting to have to resort to their aid in any way. It would doubtlessly not earn me any favors. The best thing I could do right now was to try to stay under the radar, insofar as it was possible, at least. I wasn’t feeling very optimistic about my chances.

The betas took one last look at me and returned to the van. As the car drove off, the gates started to open, and two other men emerged from inside. And that was when things got really strange.

She’ll be assigned to cell block D, a new guard instructed. Take her there but be careful on the way. The corridor is under...

A sudden explosion cut him off mid-sentence. As the ground started to shake beneath my feet, the scarred guard let out a vicious curse. Not again. This is the third time this month.

The gates snapped shut, and at least three dozen other guards manifested in the courtyard. I hadn’t even seen them in their observation posts. Some were using their shifted shape, others were in humanoid form and carrying guns or large silver spikes.

The reason for this became obvious when the door to one of the largest buildings burst open. A black wolf emerged from inside.

He was easily the largest wolf I’d ever seen in my life. My father and brothers were huge in their shifted forms, but compared to this creature, they would have looked like puppies. He let out a loud

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