Savage Alpha [Werewolf Prison Romance]

Chapter 6

SOFIA

Warden Morris was right.

Life as a female inmate was hard in this prison. In the past forty-eight hours that I'd been living here, I'd grown a dozen pairs of eyes.

I was catcalled, harassed, touched, and threatened. I didn't know how I was going to survive this until the end of my sentence. It appeared, Maverick wasn't the only problem in this prison, there were a lot more.

Being locked up in the cell was much safer than going for a bath or for something as trivial as getting a meal. I couldn't find any amount of peace. The rowdy male creatures always had eyes trailed on me like I was succulent meat that they couldn't wait to sink their teeth into.

Bet a bunch of them were already writing recipes in their cells.

If that wasn't any worse, there was no sign of Danny. I'd been looking for the Shewolf since the day we'd been separated because I'd planned on sticking together with her but she'd gone poof!—just like that.

Another part of me was worried she hadn't survived.

Inside my cell, I carved a line next to the one I'd drawn yesterday.

It was currently day two.

My stomach growled loudly indicating that I needed to put some food inside my system ASAP.

Vampires, especially those who starve or don't get enough blood in their system, slowly grow weak and die, but not before going on a rampage filled with blood-lust so potent, you would rather take a stake to your heart.

If I didn't get to feed, I would go into a similar state where I wouldn't be someone, but something.

The thought brought chills to my body.

When I was done with the shower, we were taken into the lunch cafeteria which looked equally depressing.

It smelled of sweat, urine, stale food, and basically your worst nightmare. Tables were crammed with different creatures. The whole place looked nasty. I didn't want to be here much less eat but it's not like I had any other choice.

They all turned when they saw me walk inside.

There was a huge crowd near the food counters. Each inmate had a palate for different types of food.

The group of ghouls on my right were feasting on the flesh of a dead human. I watched one of the members gnawing at a sliced arm, his friend was chewing on a heart. The table was messy, looking like the insides of a butcher shop. Their eyes were inhumane, there was no spark of life in it, total darkness.

I looked away. It was too much even for me.

Yes, I loved human blood more than anything else but I would never kill anybody.

There was a crowd near the counter, male creatures punching each other to grab their lunches. It was like a competition of some kind. And the worst part, there wasn't a single female creature there.

I waited until the counter had cleared. I didn't want to be caught up in that.

My hands shook as I picked up a tray and made my way to the counter where a skinny man was working. Slapping disgusting looking slabs of meat into plates.

When I approached the counter, he appraised me before saying, "Food is over. You were a minute too slow."

"But I just got here. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday."

"Doesn't matter." He said, looking bored, "once the supply is over, it's over, lady. Come back tomorrow."

I will grow weaker if I don't feed.