Alpha Inmate

Jealousy is a powerful emotion.

And when someone touches what’s his, that jealousy turns into a putrid rage.

He refuses to see her, as painful as it is, because he doesn’t have time to explain to her why he did what he did.

There’s still too much left to do.

Doctor Porter’s office is put to good use as he prints out what he needs, placing it all into a manilla envelope.

He hopes that she’ll understand.

And if she doesn’t…

She’ll just have to accept it.

The spare cord he swiped from the desk sits under his pillow, waiting for the right time to strike.

But he has to bide his time and make sure everything is in place.

He refuses to see her for three days.

For three fucking days.

It’s torture, and his cock is rock hard, desperate to be inside her.

He sends the text to Gerard in the evening, long after Ellie and Doctor Porter have left. Her scent still lingers, and he inhales it greedily.

Let’s talk. Another fifty thousand.

The guard is in his room in less than a minute, shutting the cell door behind him.

“Fifty thousand,” Erik insists, towering over him.

“What do you need?” Gerard does his best to not sound intimidated, but he can practically smell the Beta’s fear.

“I want you to tell me something.”

The other man’s mouth drops open in surprise. “Tell you what?”

“Why you hit her.”

Gerard pales as he stutters out an explanation.

“I—it was an accident. I—”

“Bullshit,” the Alpha hisses. “You touched what’s mine. You hurt her.”

“No, I didn’t—”

“You never protected her from me!” Erik snarls, his hand slamming into the side of the wall. “You threw her to the wolves, because she was an Omega. Because you thought she was less than you.”

Rage bubbles in him the longer Gerard sputters and makes excuses. “No, I swear—”

But the Beta reaches for his weapon, and Erik wraps the cord around his neck, pulling tightly.

There’s hardly a struggle. Gerard’s hands fly to his neck, pulling desperately, but Erik watches as his face turns purple with satisfaction.

“This is what you deserve,” he murmurs, with one final pull. “For hurting what’s mine.”

Gerard dies unceremoniously, spittle pooling out of his mouth as he hits the cell floor with a thud.

The first part of the plan is done.

The second part will be trickier.

And the final part…

That will be quite a spectacle.