Accidentally Pregnant By My Alpha Best friends (Madeline) novel Chapter 903

Graham:

Two months had passed, and it was beginning to feel like an eternity.

"What the fuck are you doing? You don't even know how to do a simple chore!"

A Warrior came up behind me and struck me with the brown leather whip in his hand.

I winced in pain. Of course I did.

My wolf was no longer fully awake because of wolfsbane.

He was still there, certainly, but not strong enough for me to transition and fight back.

But make no mistake, the moment I got the chance, I would punish these people.

More importantly, I would get the hell out of this prison.

A human world existed. Wasn't that where Madeline had hidden when she was on the run?

I would do the same. I'd hide in the human world for a while, get back on my feet, and then return for revenge.

I already had the entire plan worked out.

The only irritating part was that, unfortunately, I still had to face my enemies inside the prison.

"He's always slacking. He doesn't even do his shit properly," Elgin complained, pointing at me.

I clenched my jaw, trying to prove to him that I could do the work.

That was what we did all day in this hellhole.

Dressed in filthy gray shirts, loose trousers, and worn robes tied around our waists, we spent hours swinging heavy pickaxes against the rock.

Dust clung to our clothes and skin until everyone looked nearly as gray as the stone around us.

We would pass each other during work hours, exchanging nothing but hisses and low growls.

That was all we could do.

The other prisoners were much worse.

Somehow, they had found out about our crimes, and suddenly, we had become the most hated people there.

They treated us like shit every chance they got.

Even some of the Gamma and omegas could be vicious.

I could handle a fight with one or two of them, but when twenty people came at you at once, you were bound to get beaten up.

"Hey, you two!"

A warrior finally shouted, pointing at us from across the prison yard.

Elgin and I exchanged a glance before turning toward him.

Around us, pickaxes continued striking stone, the sharp cracks echoing through the dusty work area.

"You two, come with me. It's time for you to leave."

The words sounded like a melody.

Our eyes widened, and we immediately abandoned our tools and followed the warrior.

Were we already being released?

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