Tamed by the Triceratops

Chapter One- Verral

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I stand up and drop into a crouch as the door squeaks on its hinges. With my hands cuffed behind my back, my curls wild around my head, and my shirt still askew from last night's event, I prep for another fight.

Alphas never accept the word no, much less the repercussions of touching an omega hell bent on not being touched.

Their poor self-inflated egos just can't handle it, especially when the tiny female they intend to push around completely destroys them.

Idiots.

Two guards wait on the other side of my cell door, covered head to toe in black and carrying a slew of non-lethal weapons. The thick, sleek batons gripped in their hands send chills down my spine, but I drop lower into a crouch and fill the air with a warning rumble.

The alpha who attacked me last night stands several feet farther down the hall, holding his tablet in one hand. His other arm is in a sling.

I put him in that sling. I held nothing back last night. I'm done with assholes like him.

"Inmate Verral, due to your newest transgressions, your sentence has been changed. Effective immediately, you are exiled," he says, glaring over the top of the tablet.

The guard on the left steps through the door and grabs my arm. Before he drags me forward, I drop my weight and twist. He stumbles as I pull him off balance, his hip knocking into the concrete bed behind me.

The other guard grabs my opposite arm and yanks me through the door. Several steps later, the first guard takes his position beside me. His fingers clamp around my bicep so hard my hand goes numb.

Growling as they lift me off the floor, I tuck my left foot under my right and hold my sneaker on when it tries to slip off. In the mayhem last night, my cuffs never got taken off, so when my threadbare shoes ended up across the room, I shoved my feet back into them the best I could without hands. The laces flap against the polished floor as the guards haul me to the cargo bay.

My gut tightens as they weave their way through rows of angry alphas. Each male dressed in prison garb turns to glare as the guards traipse me though their ranks.

In a sea of half-feral alphas, the guards grab my calves and slam my feet down on a pair of yellow footprints. I snarl and hunch my shoulders, wishing one of them had the decency to fix my shirt but knowing no one will bother.

My right nipple barely hides within my top, the fleshy mound of my breast squished up in a lurid display while my left hangs out for the universe to see. If not for the elastic waistband of my pants, I'd be standing with my ass on display, too, but I used the edge of my bed to wiggle back into them when things settled down last night.

Mr. Idiot With A God Complex and a broken shoulder steps in front of me and reads me my doom.

"Inmate Verral, you are hereby exiled to Planet 696 for your crimes."

The footsteps start to hum. He walks around me as the guard to my right lifts my wrists, forcing me to lean forward. The tablet presses against my thumb, scanning my fingerprint before he slides the device into his pocket.