Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Cell Mate

Olivia's POV

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.