Mated to the Death-Row Alpha

Ruthless Villan

Rose POV

Two days passed, and the rest of the two days, and today wasn't just any day; it was the day I got to visit the prison again. The image of the stranger has been stuck inside my head.

The way he taunted me, I walked out of the bathroom, flinching from the new bruises that had appeared on my stomach. This time it wasn't Silas but Amara.

Yesterday, she was forced to accompany me to the doctor appointment, which didn't sit well with her, and we found out that I was perfectly okay, which upset Amara, as she couldn't understand why I couldn't get pregnant all the same.

I could see the desperation in her eyes, the twisted desire she felt; she wanted a child more than anything in the world, and it scared me. It frightened me to imagine what she would do to a baby if it were to be born, and I knew for sure I would be damned if they ever found out about my use of contraceptives to prevent myself from getting pregnant.

I drove out of the house, sighing in relief, thanking the heavens that Silas wasn't around this morning; he had gone out of town for a business I wouldn't know about.

Just then, I reached the harbor. As I stepped out, putting on my glasses, I didn't know why I was doing this.

I couldn't understand why I felt ignited by this prisoner. The man was doomed for death; he was a devil who killed thousands of people, and he deserved his fate.

But why did I feel drawn to him to the point that he had taken over my whole thoughts and emotions?

I didn't know why I was attracted to him, why I was doing this, why I had pulled out a red dress from my wardrobe and worn it, knowing fully well he had asked me to wear one.

It wasn't long until I was on a boat heading to the island.

I walked into the prison without much issue; the place looked deserted. The prisoners were locked in, and I didn't want to imagine what sort of crimes they had committed to be here.

Just as I rounded the corner, I crashed into a man wearing a brown suit; his face was cold, devoid of emotions as I stepped back.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't see you coming," I pleaded, apologizing for bumping into him. He waved his hands, dismissing me.

"Oh, that's alright. What I should be concerned about is what a pretty girl like you is doing in a place like this?" he asked me, and before I could answer, one of the men behind him leaned forward and whispered into his ear. I could tell his eyes widened in recognition; he knew who I was.

"Hmmm, it's an honor to meet you. When I heard a woman had taken over his case and got him to speak, I couldn't help but be curious. You've done an incredible job," he complimented with a bright smile on his face, and I smiled back.

i could tell he was a wolf

"I'm only doing my job, sir, and I intend to do so until the end," I replied, and he chuckled.

"A pretty doll like you shouldn't be associated with a monster like him. Darius must be pleased seeing as his daughter-in-law is handling the case," he said, and I froze at the mention of my father-in-law.

I paled at what he had just said.

My father-in-law knew I was here; a chill ran down my spine at the thought.

"What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"The prisoner is a high-profile inmate, of course. The president is also involved in his case, seeing as he has killed thousands and is a national threat. Now, seeing as you have survived the first encounter, we have some sensitive information we would like to share," he added as he waved his hands. The guard from before stepped forward with a file.

A chill ran down my spine at the mention of my father-in-law; the fact that he was involved in this case didn't sit right with me. It made me feel like I wanted to pull out already, feeling scared of what tomorrow would mean for me.

"come with me to my office. This isn't a road talk," he said as he walked away from me. I looked at him as he passed by, and I followed behind him. We walked into his office, which was a plain room, nothing fancy, just an office table, chairs, and his uniform, which sat on the mannequin. I swallowed a lump I didn't know I had when I looked to my right and saw a familiar picture of my father-in-law standing right next to him.

"Please have a seat," he said, gesturing to a chair in front of him without looking at me. I moved there as I sat down, playing with my fingers.

What had I gotten myself into?

"Now, back to business. When I heard that Ares spoke, I knew we were making progress. You see, we and several psychologists have tried many ways to get him to talk, but he had been stubborn. He had been withholding critical information, one that the country desperately needs, and you will get it for us," he said as he slid a file to me. My eyes widened; I was only a student criminal psychologist, and I knew this was against the rules. My job was to make the client trust me, to assess his mental health, not to trick him into something like this.

Such actions could destroy any trust left in the patient eyes. We were to be their only friend and comfort; this was beyond me.

"I'm sorry, Warden, but... this is against..." I started, but the old man slammed his hands on the table, scaring me as he stood up to lean towards me.

"I make the rules over here, and when I say you do something, you do it. No excuses. All you have to do is make him trust you. Never give him any personal details about yourself. When he does, then you find out what he knows, every single f*****g thing, and those things will never leave the four corners of his halls. It dies here. This is a sensitive case, and it involves the affairs of this country," he roared at me, his eyes blazing with anger, his once calm demeanor gone, replaced with fury.

Without any further words he slid the file over to me, again and I sat there, shaking with fear.

“The standard of my job revolves around my integrity, which cannot be bought. Now that is settled, I would love to quit. I’d rather quit than be bought,” I answered, and he scoffed as he leaned back in his chair while staring at me.

“As I stated, this doesn’t concern the state, and you wouldn’t want to go against a direct order from you know whom…” he hissed at me, and a chill ran down my spine, sensing the threats in his voice.

I knew the superior he spoke about would be none other than my father-in-law, and I was aware of the disadvantage of disobeying him. It seemed like I had just admitted myself into more problems.

“Now you will sign this f*****g NDA; your life would be protected by this, as we will be responsible for you,” he said as he motioned for one of his men to come, and they handed me the NDA.

I knew I had lost the fight the moment my father in law came into the picture. There was no way I would win,not like this not the way it seemed.

Without further words, I signed it.