The Alpha's Doll || #wattys2023

Chapter 8

We exited The Stationary hours later when the sun had just begun to go down and rode just twenty minutes to the gates of Akbur Hills. Thick shackles of spiked metal wrapped themselves around electric fences. The entrance was tightly sealed. A sad wooden sign that had been half chopped read; Akbur Hills Penitentiary. I felt my heart sink to my knees as I thought, this is it.

"Stay in the car," Damon began but I was already out of it.

"No way," I mumbled.

He let out a frustrated sigh and slammed his door shut," Get back inside, now."

"No," I held his furious gaze. I was tired of being fearful of him. I wasn't about to show him just how much he scared me.

"Do you know who I am?" he rushed to stand in front of me, his face now inches from mine. He seemed to shake with anger as if no one had ever made him repeat himself.

"I don't care who you are," I pressed," you said it yourself, you're going to ship me off here after the baby is born, shouldn't I get to see my future home?"

"Maybe I should just kill you instead."

I felt shivers flood my spine and the seriousness of his tone. I held my poker face," well, it seems like it might be a while since you havent even fucked me yet."

His eyes widened at the intrusion and I took a second to ask myself if it is true that no one has spoken to him this way?

"Do not challenge my authority and get back into the car."

I pushed past him towards the gates," Until you decide what the hell you plan on doing with me, I'm coming inside."

He seemed finally defeated as he let out a raging growl and pressed on a buzzer attached to a wall on the side. I gazed past the entrance doors and up at one of the six towers and met the eyes of one of the werewolf patrols. The doors opened automatically to reveal a polluted dirt road and a chain of run down apartment buildings. Mortals littered the streets , they peered at Damon with detest and disgust as if he was the reason for their misery.
Damon gazed back with just as much disgust," Ungrateful filth. Had it not been for the werewolves, the downworlders would have killed every mortal alive. It was the werewolves that opened up prisons like Akbur Hills where we stored the humans until they passed away."

To kill them at your own will and agenda , I thought, and to kidnap their daughters and turn them into baby making machines.

Werewolves patrols were guarding posts every half a mile or so. Up ahead, I could see a field of grass where three kids were playing a game. I got more flashbacks of the village where my father and I had lived. It was similar, the same tense aura of fear and survival led the streets. Other humans looked at me when they weren't looking at Damon. I wondered if-like Maria- some of them recognized me.
They know what I am, I thought, they know that I'm his doll and they seemed envious. If they knew just how much of a terrible person Damon is, maybe they wouldn't be.
We finally got to a run-down apartment complex number 19 and turned to face the guard.

"Alpha," he nodded at Damon, again acting as if I were non-existent.

"Where is she?"

"She's just returned," he said," she's upstairs in her apartment."
He nodded and unlocked the doors to the complex and ran up the stairs, through the halls and stopped to knock at door number 6. Seconds later, the door was unlocked and a middle aged brunette woman was staring wide eyed at us. She was human, young and beautiful.

"Emily-" Damon began.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to tell you that he's dead."