"I suggest you slow down with this kind of behavior, Salt. A big mouth brings more trouble than satisfaction, believe me. Some things cannot be taken back. It’s easier to destroy than to build. That’s an old rule."
"Wow. True pearls of wisdom. I’m sure that sounded smarter in your head," I scoff.
"Honestly, I don’t know why you were even approved for this program," Mr. Gessler mutters coldly.
"Oh, I can be charming when I want to be, and your ‘specialists’ fell for it hard," I bare my teeth at him. "I shed a few tears, told some sob stories, and ta-da."
Gessler clenches his jaw. He wants to say something, but he doesn’t. Maybe he took his own advice, the fucker.
Now that the contract is signed, they can do nothing, so Mr. Gessler stands up, his expression sour and haughty.
"Time to go. Let’s move."
We all leave the booth. A police officer cuffs me, which I do not enjoy at all, since I’ll have to parade like this across the entire hall. But oh well, when you’re a criminal, you have to wear your crown proudly, so I walk upright, throwing murderous looks at everyone we pass.
Then we get into the police car waiting for us and they drive me to a small detention center belonging to Second Chance.
Tomorrow morning, the prison bus will arrive here.
My mind is racing with thoughts, many of them contradicting each other. I do feel irritation, but there is also a strange kind of thrill. I know a massive change is happening in my life, a major turning point, and there is a lot of work ahead of me, especially because I did not expect this facility to be located on an island. That might mean extra complications when it comes to my escape plan, but I am not giving up.
An island also means that security measures are likely lower. Who knows what opportunities might come up? I need to keep my eyes and ears open.
And as for thatindecisivejerk, Eliano?
Well, I sure hope he doesn’t think he’s found himself a sweet little hubby with whom he’ll try to make a baby just to fulfill the terms of the Beta Activation Program! If so, he’s in for a serious disappointment. I plan to dodge my obligations as much as possible, for as long as I can.
To do that, I need to set the tone of our relationship from the start, firmly on hostile ground. No flirting, no easy smiles, no blushing.
I’m not giving in to hisalphaenergy! This beta won’t be easily conquered, that’s for sure.
My plan starts now.
Soon, Senu!
I’m coming to avenge you.
I will get to Tanner, and then I will finally be able to rest in eternal sleep. Nothing good is waiting for me anyway. Life is cruel by default. Period.
ELIANO
I can’t sleep for half the night. One reason is that Storm’s house is small, and I’m an alpha with excellent hearing, which means I get to listen for hours to moans, gasps, and all kinds of sounds while Storm and Damien are having passionate sex. They do not care that I’m literally on the other side of the wall. Their enthusiasm is pretty much completely out of control.
Those sounds trigger a reaction in my own body, so eventually I can’t take it anymore. I head to the bathroom and take care of it myself. Because why not, I imagine the mouth of a certain rude beta wrapped around my cock, and that helps me finish the job with a satisfying release.
After that, I finally manage to fall asleep once the erotic groans fade into softer murmurs, but I wake up early anyway, around six in the morning.
At least I can take a proper shower here and use real shampoo. Last night, Storm and Damien put together a full backpack for me, with things Damien bought after he drove me to the house.
It’s so nice of them. At least I won’t be traveling completely empty-handed. I go through the backpack, which is stuffed to the brim with jeans, T-shirts, long sleeves, hoodies, socks, and black boxers. Damien also bought me a toiletry bag and a few other small things that might come in handy. I’m genuinelygrateful, even if he did keep me up half the night, orgasming every ten minutes and letting me know about it with loud cries of pleasure.
While I’m sitting in the kitchen, going through the contents of the backpack, Storm walks in unexpectedly. He looks energetic and in a good mood, the reason for it being very obvious.
"Getting restless already?" he asks, grinning, giving off a relaxed vibe.
I yawn loudly and meaningfully, but he seems clueless. "Honestly, yeah. I can’t really sit still. I was wondering if I could drive over to the detention center and follow the prison bus. That way we would arrive together at the port."
Storm hesitates for a moment, then nods. "I think that can be arranged."
