Third-Person POV

Three weeks later...

Regan Zallenda is no longer a pariah of the Four Aces Pack.

He's the pariah AND the prisoner of the Four Aces Pack as well as the pariah of all the supernatural beings of the USA.

Tried and convicted for attempted treason with intentions of genocide, Regan is now the sole prisoner of Alpha Female Ciara Zallenda (his flesh and blood) and the Council of the Supernaturals. After being carried off to a lone prison cell in the dungeons, he was whipped over a thousand times with a spiked-out silver whip laced with wolfsbane before being tossed into the cells like a bag of garbage.

He was given his usual three squares a day by the guards but was denied to see the other prisoners (with almost all of them being given pardons for showing remorse, finding their true mates from the general population, or even both and given a second chance) which made it more worse for him.

Now, given all of that plus the rest of the hard-timers who were stuck for life showing contempt and hatred for what he did to Carson, one would think that Regan would finally crack open and be showing remorse, right?

Sadly, it made him angrier and more arrogant than before.

He thought that all omegas and any sympathizers should be put to death while he would rule the world with an iron fist, making the survivors serve him hand and foot while he walked all over them, treating them like they were nothing but the dirt underneath his shoes. And as for his dream mate, he still thought that she should be useful for siring his future male pups before killing her or turning her rogue, or even doing both.

And despite the protests of the other prisoners, Regan was still stuck in his arrogant ways. He withdrew, he underate, he didn't care.

He thought that he would be the next Alpha of the strongest pack in the world. Instead, he was now Public Enemy Number One. And folks like his sister were driving him crazy. If he had to hear that he was going to let his pride being his downfall one more time, he'd tear his own heart out.

Regan knew that he couldn't stay here and wallow in his misery any longer.

And as he was currently eating his moldy sandwich and water, he was thinking of a plan to make his escape so he could head over to UC Hospital and kill off Carson Hadley to show the world that he was better off without his mate- his TRUE mate.

"I will get out of here," Regan sniped to his reflection in the dirty mirror. "And Carson, you're going to wish you had never been born once I finished killing you. Once I fucking end you, I'll end my own family next. They'll see. They'll all see that I am the REAL Alpha king."

He was sure of it.

But little did he know that there was a set of mischievous eyes that were watching him from the shadows. And those same eyes were watching everything that Regan said and done.

Those eyes belonged to a messenger of the Moon Goddess and they were watching his every move. "Silly dodo-bird," a cheeky voice echoed. "The Goddess herself has other plans for you. I hope you like fire."

And just like that, they vanished.