The Rebirth of the Betrayed Alpha novel Chapter 152

Hiding around since she arrived at the pack, Alexandra couldn't figure out a way to get to the pack prison where she was sure Adam and Olivia had kept her mother's relationship.

She'd seen some guards parading around the prison while taking shifts as though they were guiding criminals who revolted against the Alpha's position.

Seeing how her mother's relations are been treated, Alexandra furrowed her, boiling with intense rage. If only she could wolf out then she wouldn't hesitate to pounce on the guards the moment her feet touched the dry soil of the Guerrero prison.

This is insane, staking out and watching the guards as though they would ever leave the entrance of the cell unguarded. Alexandra decided to sneak into their cells, the heavily guarded tall walls where lights never go off. She had said to herself but Alexandra could only think for a split second as her claws already found their way running up the wall and jumping over the fence like some stunt woman.

Infiltrating the prison walls, Alexandra had stepped above those high walls that she didn't think she would ever cross over as fear engulfed her at First. But now she had passed through those walls, those fears were gone, or were they even there? Alexandra could barely make out but what she was sure of was the woman standing in between the devil and the deep blue sea wasn't scared at all.

When she had thought through her plan, two things were bound to happen, she was either going to stay in hiding all through waiting for the news of the death of all her mother's clan or she was going to die saving them.

Picking the latter, Alexandra had infiltrated those huge walls, and fear was gone in just a split second, what was staring at the headshot of Adam Hawthorn was a woman madder than hell, who holds no bounds and didn't care about going the extra mile just to get what she wants.

By the end of this, she was going to make sure that her name never evades their mind, that way even death would no longer last for a moment but it will be the bitterness that sticks to the tongue forever like an erudite.

If eyes could kill, Alexandra was sure Adam would have slumped to the ground like a log of wood, as she glared at his headshot that held up a grin menacingly. It was as though he could not only see her and was mocking her but Alexandra didn't want to pay attention to those deceitful eyes.

Retreating from the hall moves further towards the cell where she had a feeling her mother's relationship was kept.