As I was being taken to the cell, my wolf growled inside me, urging me to shift into her and tear this guard apart, but I chose not to do it. I was already in big trouble; attacking the guards would worsen my situation.
The guards dragged me down the hallway. My wolf growled inside me, begging me to fight back.
“Let me out. Let me tear them apart. She urged.
But I couldn’t.
Fighting would only make things worse.
2/5
We reached the underground prison beneath the pack house. It was cold, damp, and smelled like mold. One of the guards yanked open a heavy iron door, and before I could react, they shoved me inside.
I stumbled forward but caught myself before hitting the filthy stone floor.
Clang!
The cell door slammed shut behind me.
Laughter echoed from the corner.
I turned and saw a woman sitting on a small cot, smirking at me. She leaned forward, her eyes filled with amusement.
“Well, well, well,” she said. “Look who it is.”
I didn’t reply. My heart was still racing.
“Isn’t that Olivia?” she mocked. “Our dear Luna?”
More laughter came from the nearby cells.
“The mighty Luna,” someone sneered. “Locked up like a common criminal. How sad.”
The woman in my cell grinned. “So, what did you do? Kill someone? Betray the pack?” She asked, tilting her head.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay quiet.
I wouldn’t let them see how much this hurt.
How much it hurt that my pack had done this to me.
That my mates had thrown me in here without a second thought.
The woman sighed. “Oh, ignoring me? That’s fine. You’re stuck here now. Might as well get comfortable.
I turned my back to her, closing my eyes.
This was never how I imagined my life-to be accused and thrown into a cell, and my mates, the same men the Moon Goddess deemed fit to be my mates, sent me here without a second thought.
For hours, I remained on the cold floor of the cell, my mind blank. My three other cellmates kept taunting me, but I ignored them and remained where I sat.
Hours passed, and it was night. The guards came with four plates of food and shoved each to us. It was an unhealthy meal, but the three other women picked theirs up and began eating. Mine was left untouched.
“Dear Luna, aren’t you eating? Or do you want us to set a table for you?” one of the prisoners, a lady in her early thirties, teased.
I sighed. “You can have it, I’m not hungry,” I said, and immediately, the three women rushed to the plate of food and began fighting each other for it.
I curled up in the corner of my cell, shutting my eyes against the dim flickering light from the hallway. The cold seeped into my bones, but I didn’t move. My stomach twisted in hunger, but I still couldn’t bring myself to eat.
The sounds of the other women fighting over the food slowly died down, replaced by their quiet murmurs. Time dragged on. I didn’t know how many hours passed, only that my body ached from the hard floor.
Then, footsteps echoed in the corridor.
I lifted my head slightly as the iron door creaked open. Three guards stepped in, their faces shadowed under the dim light. The other women in my cell immediately perked up, their taunts and hostility toward me vanishing in an instant.
One of the guards, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, leaned against the bars. “Missed us?” he said, smirking at the women in my cell.
The one who had mocked me earlier-Marla, I thought her name was-stood and stretched, arching her back like a cat. “You took too long, she purred, walking toward him.
The other two women giggled, moving to their own guards.
I stiffened.
But before I understood what was happening, the guards started kissing the ladies, and the ladies responded eagerly.
I scowled. “What the hell is going on here?”
Marla turned and looked my way with a grin. “Sit tight, Luna, and enjoy the scene, or you can as well go to sleep.” She smirked and went down on her knees, beginning to unbuckle the guard’s belt.
Olivia’s POV
Where I sat, I remained dumbfounded as I watched the scene before me. The guards and the three women began taking off their clothes, totally ignoring the fact that I was seated right there in the cell.
Once the guards were naked, the three prisoners went on their knees before them and begant pleasuring them with their mouths.
My brows furrowed. Was this normal? Were the guards allowed to fuck female prisoners? The strangest part was that the women seemed to enjoy it more than the men.
Soft grunts and muffled moans soon filled the air as the guards thrust into their mouths with. brutal force, their hands gripping the women’s hair, controlling their movements. The rough pace made it clear they didn’t care if they choked.
Feeling uncomfortable, I looked away and squeezed my eyes shut, but it was pointless. I was forced to open them, especially when I noticed the opposite cell being unlocked. I saw two guards walk in, and the two ladies in that cell happily welcomed them with a heated kiss.
My frown deepened.
What the hell was this?
These men were supposed to guard the prisoners, uphold order in the mansion. And yet, here. they were, using the women like playthings. Did the triplets know about this? Did they allow it?
A loud spank pulled my attention back to my own cell, and that was when I noticed Marla was bent over and a guard was fucking her from behind, slapping her ass.
“Fuck! Yes!” she moaned, pressing her palms against the iron bars for balance.
I darted my eyes away and noticed the other cellmate with short brown hair was pinned against the cell wall, her legs wrapped around the guard as he shoved inside her and began moving-
I frowned and moved my gaze to the other lady with short black hair. Her partner was lying on the floor on his back while she straddled him, riding him with breathless moans as he gripped her hips, guiding her movements.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away, but the sounds filling the cell made it impossible to ignore. The grunts, the moans, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh-it was all too much.
Disgust churned in my stomach, but beneath that was something else. Confusion. Unease.
Was this normal?
Did the triplets know their guards were doing this? Did they allow it?
The thought made my blood run cold. I had spent years believing in them, trusting that, despite their flaws, they were strong and just leaders. But if this was happening under their command…
A loud cry echoed through the cell, pulling me from my thoughts. Marla’s voice.
“Harder!” she moaned, pressing her hands against the bars of our cell as the guard pounded into her from behind. He grunted, gripping her hips so tightly that red marks bloomed on her pale skin.
I clenched my jaw and turned toward the opposite cell again.
The women there were just as lost in their pleasure, their bodies moving frantically against the guards. It was as if I didn’t even exist in their world-like I was invisible, a ghost trapped in a nightmare I couldn’t escape.
I wrapped my arms around myself, pressing my back against the cold stone wall. I wanted to close my eyes, to block out the depravity unfolding around me, but I couldn’t.
And then, a horrifying thought gripped me.
What if one of the guards turns their attention to me?
My pulse pounded in my ears.
No. That wouldn’t happen.
Would it?
I’m still their Luna. Mate to the Alphas. No matter what, they wouldn’t dare.
Marla’s voice rang out again, panting between words. “Don’t look so scared, Luna,” she mocked. “You might enjoy it if you let loose a little!”
I didn’t respond.
Another woman giggled breathlessly. “She thinks she’s too good for this, she sneered. “You’ll learn, Luna. This is what happens to bitches like us.”
I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my palms.
I didn’t know how long this would last. I didn’t know what kind of hell I had been thrown into. But one thing was clear-
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.