Declan put his hand on my cheek. “People go there to die, Ceyla. It’s the last stop before the firing squad. I doubt that anyone there will show you mercy. Are you sure about this?”
I smiled. “All I have to do is convince the school to sentence Marianela to death before we escape.”
All three of them considered my plan and bowed their heads to me. In unison, they replied, “As you wish, Ceyla.”
“Get the gas cans, boys, we’re headed to Wicked Reform.”
The End
Blood Cursed is a prequel to Bloodlust: House of Vampires (Wicked Reform School #5)
I, Marianela Mielcarek, was royalty, groomed to lead the Mielcarek Coven, until I woke up drowning at the bottom of the ocean, betrayed by my brother, Macario. I brought bloodshed and death to any who bowed to my brother by waging a war unlike any my people had ever witnessed. Foolishly, I trusted the wrong person and now must suffer for my stupidity.
My brother has granted me one last chance to redeem myself and prove that I am worthy to sit beside him. Little does he know that I have other plans.
Reform or die, they said. Well, they didn't say who would die...
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Broken Chains
A La Isla Perdida Paranormal Prison Prequel
Margo Bond Collins
Chapter One
A chill wind blew the fog from the bay across the prison island.
I gave a slight shudder, the kind my wolf would use to shake off the tiny droplets the rolling fog left behind. In my human form, though, it did no good. The minuscule drops shivered, coalesced, and rolled down my skin.
Briefly, I clenched my jaw against the discomfort—a minor one, all things considered—and scanned the yard.
New fish delivery day was always a tough one.
Inmates reacted to being processed into La Isla Perdida Supermax-Plus Prison for Supernatural Criminals in one of two ways. Either they were scared shitless and trying to be invisible, working hard at not catching anyone’s attention. Or they were scared shitless and trying hard to act tough, working to come across like they were the biggest badass in the yard.
Neither strategy worked.
We had seen it all before.
And we were here first.
It was best to make a good showing on the new inmates’ first day, nonetheless. You didn’t want them thinking they had an edge over you.
Especially if they might.
“Yo, Gage!” Drexel Jones, my second-in-command and the leader of my enforcers, waved to me from a seat at one of the four stone picnic tables lined up near the fence in the yard.
I gave a nod and strolled toward the tall, barbwire-topped fence that separated us from the dock. When I took my seat, Jade, the alpha bitch of the prison pack—even though technically she was a cat-shifter and not a wolf at all—draped herself over my shoulders. I fought my wolf’s urge to shake her off like I’d tried to shake off the mist.
Drex took a seat on the bench next to me, one level down from my own tabletop seat, following pack hierarchy protocol exactly. He flexed his tattooed shoulders, the thorny vine images rolling from one side to the other under his white wifebeater shirt as he moved. “Heard anything about this latest crop?”
I shook my head. “Nope. Nothing came through the pipeline this week.”
“Figures,” Drex muttered.
I settled in for a long watch. In the distance, I could barely see the outline of the prisoner transport ship through the fog. Around us, the other supes began trailing in and taking their places at the tables they’d claimed.
Clark, the fae alpha, flicked a glance my direction just long enough to ascertain that I was in place before sauntering to his own stone picnic tabletop. Just before he got there, he sent a swirl of magic across the table, heating up the stone and sending the mist that had settled on it steaming up into the air.
“Showoff,” Jade muttered in my ear. Her fingertips flexed and her claws briefly slipped out of the ends of her fingertips.
“Not worth it,” I warned her.
“Hm.” She retracted her claws, but her narrowed gaze stayed on Clark as the prison fae clan gathered around him.
Rumor had it that in normie prisons, the inmates were kept in line by human guards. Those guards supposedly broke up fights and stopped inmates from killing each other in cold blood. As much as they could, anyway.
On Isla Perdita, the human guards didn’t give a shit.
Here, supes were divided by class and race. Everyone knew the rules: Stick to your own kind and let the alphas duke it out.
The supe alphas were expected to keep their own people in line. The human guards didn’t give a rat’s ass if we killed each other, as long as we didn’t try to take them with us.
Most of the time, we had the run of the island.
Except, of course, when the newbies arrived.
Once a month, we were all required to come in from our various sectors of the island, gather together
