Chapter 33: Cell Mate

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Chapter 33: Cell Mate Olivia's POV seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Where I sat, I remained dumbfounded as I watched the scene before me. The guards and the three women began taking off their clothes, totally ignoring the fact that I was seated right there in the cell. Once the guards were naked, the three prisoners went on their knees before them and began pleasuring them with their mouths. My brows furrowed. Was this normal? Were the guards allowed to fuck female prisoners? The strangest part was that the women seemed to enjoy it more than the men. Soft grunts and muffled moans soon filled the air as the guards thrust into their mouths with brutal force, their hands gripping the women's hair, controlling their movements. The rough pace made it clear they didn't care if they choked. Feeling uncomfortable, I looked away and squeezed my eyes shut, but it was pointless. I was forced to open them, especially when I noticed the opposite cell being unlocked. I saw two guards walk in, and the two ladies in that cell happily welcomed them with a heated kiss. My frown deepened. What the hell was this? These men were supposed to guard the prisoners, uphold order in the mansion. And yet, here they were, using the women like playthings. Did the triplets know about this? Did they allow it? A loud spank pulled my attention back to my own cell, and that was when I noticed Marla was bent over and a guard was fucking her from behind, slapping her ass. "Fuck! Yes!" she moaned, pressing her palms against the iron bars for balance. I darted my eyes away and noticed the other cellmate with short brown hair was pinned against the cell wall, her legs wrapped around the guard as he shoved inside her and began moving. I frowned and moved my gaze to the other lady with short black hair. Her partner was lying on the floor on his back while she straddled him, riding him with breathless moans as he gripped her hips, guiding her movements. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to look away, but the sounds filling the cell made it impossible to ignore. The grunts, the moans, the wet, slapping sounds of flesh against flesh—it was all too much. Disgust churned in my stomach, but beneath that was something else. Confusion. Unease. Was this normal? Did the triplets know their guards were doing this? Did they allow it? The thought made my blood run cold. I had spent years believing in them, trusting that, despite their flaws, they were strong and just leaders. But if this was happening under their command… A loud cry echoed through the cell, pulling me from my thoughts. Marla's voice. "Harder!" she moaned, pressing her hands against the bars of our cell as the guard pounded into her from behind. He grunted, gripping her hips so tightly that red marks bloomed on her pale skin. I clenched my jaw and turned toward the opposite cell again. The women there were just as lost in their pleasure, their bodies moving frantically against the guards. It was as if I didn't even exist in their world—like I was invisible, a ghost trapped in a nightmare I couldn't escape. I wrapped my arms around myself, pressing my back against the cold stone wall. I wanted to close my eyes, to block out the depravity unfolding around me, but I couldn't. And then, a horrifying thought gripped me. What if one of the guards turns their attention to me? My pulse pounded in my ears. No. That wouldn't happen. Would it? I'm still their Luna. Mate to the Alphas. No matter what, they wouldn't dare. Marla's voice rang out again, panting between words. "Don't look so scared, Luna," she mocked. "You might enjoy it if you let loose a little." I didn't respond. Another woman giggled breathlessly. "She thinks she's too good for this," she sneered. "You'll learn, Luna. This is what happens to bitches like us." I gritted my teeth, my nails digging into my palms. I didn't know how long this would last. I didn't know what kind of hell I had been thrown into. But one thing was clear— I needed to get out of here. The clapping of skin against skin and the loud moans continued until they all released, and the guards pulled out of them. Irritated, I watched as the guards kissed them heatedly before shoving them away like rags and began dressing up, while the women, who were still naked, fell exhaustedly to the ground. I glared at the guards as they turned their smirking faces toward me. "Did you enjoy the show, Luna?" one of them mocked. I ignored him. They chuckled. "We can do better than the Alphas," another sneered. I lifted my head slowly, locking eyes with him, my expression blank but my wolf growling inside me. "Try it," I said, my voice ice-cold. "And I swear you won't leave this cell in one piece." The smirk wavered for a brief second before he scoffed and turned away. They left the cell and locked it. I glanced at my cellmates, their naked bodies sprawled out on the filthy floor, too exhausted to stay awake. Sighing heavily, I closed my eyes but received a mind-link from my mother. "Olivia, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. "Mother, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. Go to bed," I said and quickly ended the mind-link. I didn't want to hear her worried voice and cries. The night dragged on, and despite my exhaustion, I couldn't sleep. I stayed awake, waiting, dreading whatever would come next. By the time the first light of morning filtered through the barred window, I was still sitting in the same position. I looked around. My cellmates remained fast asleep, their naked bodies curled into themselves. Ignoring them, I rose to my feet and walked toward the iron bars of the cell door. My hands curled around the cold metal as I peered down the dimly lit corridor. The air was heavy with the scent of sweat and something fouler—something rotten. Then I heard it. The sound of heavy boots against the stone floor. Two guards approached, dragging a woman between them. Her wrists were bound, her clothes torn, and her face was streaked with dirt and bruises. She looked exhausted, but the moment her eyes met mine, something in her expression changed. Her lips parted, her breathing hitched. "You…" she whispered, her voice hoarse. I frowned. "What?" She took a shaky step forward, staring at me as if she'd seen a ghost. Then, barely above a whisper, she said, "You're Parker's daughter." The world seemed to tilt. My fingers tightened around the bars as my chest constricted. "Yes," I answered slowly. "I am." The woman inhaled sharply, her gaze softening with something I didn't quite understand. Pity? Regret? "I was in the same dungeon as your father," she said, her voice thick with sympathy. "I… I'm so sorry for your loss." My breath caught in my throat. "What?" I whispered. Her face fell. "You don't know?" A cold shiver crawled up my spine. She hesitated, glancing at the guards before lowering her voice. "Your father tried to escape two months ago. The guards caught him… and they were ordered to kill him."

Chapter 33: Cell Mate

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