Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 33: Cell Mate

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?

had spent years believing in them, trusting that, despite their flaws, they were strong and just leaders. But if

loud cry echoed through the cell, pulling me from

into her from behind. He grunted, gripping her hips so tightly that red marks bloomed on her

turned toward the opposite

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

cold stone wall. I wanted to close my eyes, to block out the depravity unfolding

horrifying thought

guards turns their attention to

pounded

No. That wouldn't happen.

Would it?

Luna. Mate to the Alphas. No matter what,

again, panting between words. "Don't look so scared, Luna," she mocked. "You might enjoy

I didn't respond.

she

my teeth, my nails digging

kind of hell I had been thrown into.

to get out

the loud moans continued until they all released, and

rags and began dressing

glared at the guards as they turned their smirking

enjoy the show, Luna?"

I ignored him.

They chuckled.

than the Alphas," another

with him,

ice-cold. "And I swear you won't leave this cell in

smirk wavered for a brief second before he scoffed

it. I glanced at my cellmates, their naked bodies sprawled out on the filthy

eyes but received a

are you okay?" she asked