Alpha Prison: A Virgin Wanted

Chapter 3

The sounds of waves crashing against the rocky cliff of the island roared in Kristen’s ears, but the one word the inmate whispered drowned it out. It made her heart race, and her gaze darted around. The pheromone suppressant had to be working, right? How did he know she was an omega? She wanted to run, but she was trapped with fifty other women between two metal gates.

Deep breath, be steady. Don’t give yourself away, she reminded herself. They may know she’s an omega, but without her blood or pheromones, they wouldn't know that she’s an apex omega. She kept her face relaxed and dropped her gaze, avoiding eye contact with anyone. No one had paid any attention to the inmate, and Daniel addressed them once again.

“Ladies, you will be processed into the Alpha Prison. All your possessions will be stored. The only thing you will need is your identification. If there is something specific you will need, you can discuss it with the guards, but there is no guarantee it will be approved. Please remember this is a high-security facility filled with dangerous men.

Kristen didn’t care; there was nothing of value in her bag, but some of the women began complaining. She tried to take in as much of the exterior of the building as she could without looking directly at anyone around her. The main building was two stories tall and unremarkable. The tower, however, looked like it was four or five stories and separated from the rest of the facility by another set of fences. “Ah, you don’t want to go in there, Miss. That’s Zeus Tower, or Zeus T as we like to call it. The worst ones are housed there.”

Kristen didn’t look at the guard who had worked his way next to her or the inmate who stood next to him, but what he said made her curious. “Who’s in there?” The guard snickered, “Well, I can’t tell you names, but I will say the most recent one placed in the tower was a warrior who slaughtered his entire team. The man is out of control most days.” The group moved before she could ask anything else, but she was shocked and saddened. That had to be Ronald he was talking about.

A buzz sounded, and the exterior door opened. “Don’t be shy, ladies. I will meet you in the briefing room when you’re done being processed.” Daniel left them waiting for directions. The room was just as gray as the outside. The guard and inmate from outside moved past them and down the hall. To Kristen’s right was a holding cell with bars instead of walls. The toilet was visible, and the concrete bench was built into the side of the cell. It was empty, thank the Goddess.

They were funneled between the cell and a long desk with guards at computers. The front of the desk area was covered in bars with a small space to slide things through. One of the guards addressed them. “Okay, ladies. You will empty your bags at the desk and answer the questions. Anything prohibited will be taken. Everything else will go with you for now. Before you are sent to your assigned cell, you will turn over your bags to be stored until release. Now, move along.”

Kristen followed the line and emptied her bag at the desk. She had left her clothes in the forest; the only thing in it now was the envelope. She was given a lanyard to put her ID in. It showed her name and date of birth, but a bar code covered her address and ID number. “You will always wear this. Do you take any medication? Do you have any allergies? Any dietary restrictions due to a medical condition?”

She answered the questions and was ushered along. Soon she was in the briefing room. Here, the walls were sterile white, and the chairs were hard, metal. In front of them, a podium waited. A group of guards and prison officials huddled together, talking quietly. The air around her smelled dirty, like gym socks, and she was already beginning to feel trapped in this place. Daniel took the podium, and she waited for information. She didn’t like the feeling of going into this place blind.

“On to the next step,” Daniel greeted them. “Let me first introduce you to the scientist who will be conducting the study. The official name is the Controlled Dominance Response Trial, or the CDRT. The CDRT team will be passing out forms. Please take one. It is a basic nondisclosure agreement. It must be signed before we can proceed. Read it over and sign. If you do not want to sign, your participation in the study will end, and you will be sent back to port with $100 compensation for your time and travel.”

He paused until only those who signed remained. There were only a few who refused to sign the NDA. She rolled her eyes; they should have known better. They wasted their time coming. Dan, as she had begun calling their guide in her head, had continued with his instructions and the details of the study. “Each of you will be placed with one or more partners. Your goal is to use your skills to form a bond that will assist your male counterpart in controlling their aggressive behavior. It is crucial that you create a bond before the Lunar Surge.

During that time, your scent blockers will help you, but not keep you safe from other males in the facility. Your bond with your partner will be the only thing that can help you. It is arguably the most dangerous part of the study. The other risk is your own inability to help your partner regulate emotions, and they injure you. You will be given a physical exam, and a sample of your blood will be taken. Those results will help us classify you. Then, in each classification, you will be assigned your study partners by lottery. For those of you placed in the highest classification, there is a chance you will be placed in Zeus T.

It houses the three highest classified males. It will not be easy, and you will be assigned to all three of them, but you will receive the most compensation if you are successful. Now, any questions?” Kristen thought of one blaring question that had been glossed over. Her hand shot up, and Dan pointed at her. “Yes, what is your question?”

“The letter I received said virgin wanted. I didn’t hear anything discussed that specified we had to sleep with them. Is this a requirement?” The room was eerily silent as the women waited for the answer. Dan gave a reassuring smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “That’s an excellent question. For the study, we wanted to start with women who had no prior s****l history for several reasons.

A virgin has a clean scent profile that will aid in building a bond with your study partner. They may be hungry for female company, but the bond is what is important. If the female participants were not virgins, they would smell your previous partners and become territorial or reject you. There was also some concern that they may attack or lose interest.

So, it’s simple biology, really. s*x is not a requirement of the study, but a bond is. If you choose to use s*x as a tool in your bond, that is up to you. The males are given monthly injections to keep them infertile. It is necessary to control breeding for the study. Now, let us begin the exams and move on to the lottery.”

The exams moved quickly, and soon they were again seated and waiting. A large screen behind the podium waited for their classification results. “Okay, in just a moment, we will release your classification on this screen, but what is most important is the screen to your left. That is where the lottery results will show. Now you are grouped into 4 classification levels. The ladies in group four will go first. The chosen participant will be placed in Zeus T, and the rest of group four will drop down a level and be placed with males in the third category.”

Kristen was so tired of being in this room and listening to this man speak, but looking at the lottery wheel waiting for names made her feel physically ill. Something was off. One of the scientists took the podium now. She was a tall woman with short black hair and glasses. “Here are the classification results. Only 15 of you made it into group four. So, let’s take a look at the lottery and see who will be placed in Zeus T.”

She was frozen in her seat. She had been placed in group four. At least they hadn’t arrested her after taking her blood. They had to know she was an apex omega; it was implied at the end of her letter, and her blood test would have confirmed it.

If she won the lottery, she would be paid more. That was good, right? But it also meant dealing with the most dangerous inmates in the facility. She would be expected to bond with and help control not one, but three of them. Could she handle that?

Then she thought about her plan to leave with Ronald. If she were placed in the tower, she would see him. He would be one of her three study partners. It almost made her feel better thinking about being with him, but then she thought about what the guard said. Ronald was out of control. He wouldn’t be any help to her.

As her mind raced, a beeping noise pulsed as the wheel spun on screen. The room went silent once more, and she realized the wheel was stopping. Someone had been chosen; she turned her head slowly. The feeling in her stomach made her want to throw up. She steadied herself and looked at the name as the arrow stopped.

It read, “Heather King.” She relaxed into her chair; she wasn’t going to the tower. She wouldn’t have to control three powerful and dangerous men. That was good. It would keep from drawing too much attention to her. She could still find a way to help Ronald so they could both leave when the time was right.

Then the beep of the arrow, making one last tick, made eyes turn on her. She shivered in her seat. Reluctantly, she looked at the screen again. There on the screen was the digital wheel with the arrow pointed at her name. “Excellent, Kris Lauren, you will be placed in Zeus T.” She didn’t move, didn’t acknowledge what the scientist had said.

She couldn’t move past the image in her mind of the wheel with her name on it. She, an apex omega, had not only been placed with the three most dangerous men in the facility, but also with the only packmate she had in this prison. It didn’t feel right. The lottery had to be rigged.