Price, once a loyal ally, had turned against Ghost, leaving him to rot in a prison designed for the most dangerous and unpredictable criminals across the world. He growled to himself, his mind filled with thoughts of bitterness and frustration. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t deserve to be locked away in this hellhole. He had dedicated his entire life to the cause, had put everything on the line to protect those he cared about. And yet here he was, a prisoner, all because of Price’s betrayal. 88Ghost let out a roar of anger and frustration, kicking violently against the iron door of his cell. The sound echoed through the halls, drawing the attention of the guards who patrolled the prison.** "Let me out, god damn it!" Ghost shouted, his voice booming through the confined space. "I didn’t deserve this! Price set me up!" The guard standing just outside the cell raised an eyebrow at Ghost’s outburst. He was a large and burly man, with scars on his face and a stern expression. "Shut it," the guard said gruffly. Ghost clenched his jaw, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. The guard's words fueled his anger, but he knew it was useless to argue with him. Instead, he growled under his breath, his eyes glowering with barely contained fury. For weeks on end, Ghost had grown increasingly violent. Each day, his anger and aggression had intensified, resulting in numerous fights and outbursts. The guards tried various methods to control him, from increased security and solitary confinement to medication and therapy, but nothing seemed to work. In a last-ditch effort to control the volatile Alpha, the prison officials decided to take an unconventional approach. They'd plucked an omega from a poverty struck town and imported them into the prison. Ghost was still in isolation when the omega was thrown unceremoniously into his cell to fend for themselves.