Chapter 242
#Chapter 242 – In the Jail
Betas pull open the doors to the detainment facility and Victor strides through, Ian buzzing with
excitement at his side. Victor nces down at the boy to see that he’s looking around at everything, as
fascinated and thrilled as any kid at Disney World. Victor smirks, wondering if it’s the Alpha pup in Ian’s
little soul that makes him fascinated by the work of running a pack, or just a quirk of his nature.
“Where are the prison parts,” Ian asks, his voice hushed with awe as they enter a white room with
several Betas moving around behind a desk, guns strapped to their shoulders.
“Through that door,” Victor replies, taking Ian’s hand and pointing to a white door in the corner.
Ian nods, understanding. “How many prisoners do you have? Like, 500?”
Victorughs, shaking his head. “No kid, just four right now. It’s a little jail, but a good one. Now,” he
raises one finger to his lips, asking Ian for quiet while he conducts his business. Ian nods, determined
toply and hoping he can manage it.
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Victor and Ian move forward to the desk and Victor has a swift conversation with his Betas. They were
expecting him, of course, and they move efficiently to ensure safety protocols are in order for Victor’s
conversation with John and Joyce, as well as James Wird. The Betas nce uneasily at the child,
but Victor doesn’t hesitate or apologize, so they move forward with the n.
Inwardly, Victor smiles at the clean and efficient way his Betas move, following his orders and protocols
without hesitation. He only sends his best to this facility, Betas who have been with him for five years or
more and who have a spotless reputation.
The system of pack justice isplicated in that it allows Alphas to serve as both judge and jury in
matters that pertained to the pack itself, but they have to maintain their own prisons to do it. This also
meant that these prisons have to be incredibly secure and well-defended because if a rival pack
decides to break a prisoner out and seeds, then it’s was no one’s fault but the Alpha’s for failing to
defend his rights. There is no overarching system of justice to demand that that prisoner be returned
until he faces justice.
The Betas wave Victor forward and he takes Ian along with him, the boy’s hand securely held in his
own. As they pass through two thick metal doors, Victor considers that the system of wolf justice is
rather feudal, but that he prefers it this way. He’d rather be in total control of his enemies rather than
under the sway of some political council.
The final door swings open and Ian gives a little squeak of excitement as they peer into the short room
beyond, which has six white doors pressed shut into four white walls.
“You’re not disappointed?” Victor asks as they pass through, nodding to the two Betas who stand guard
inside. “I thought you’d want to see iron bars and men in ck and white stripes peering through them.”
“No this is way better,” Ian breathes, looking around and then up at his father. “Grandpapa had iron
bars in his basement jail and we got out of that really easy. This one is much cooler.”
Victor works hard to stifle hisugh and pay attention to the matter at hand as the door locks behind
them. Another nod to the Beta before them confirms that it’s time, and Victor and Ian move forward to
stand before one of the doors. Then, to Ian’s surprise, his father leans down and picks him up, settling
him on his hip.
“Do you want to push the button?” Victor asks softly.
Ian’s eyes go wide. “There’s…there’s a button?” Victor nods and gestures to a green button on the wall
next to the door ahead of him. Ian’s eyes go as wide as they can, showing white all around his brown
irises. There’s absolutely nothing more he wants to do in the world than push his button. Reverently, he
nods his head.
Victor steps forward so Ian can reach and the little boy holds out his finger, pushing the button with a
definite jab. Immediately after he does, the wall in front of them begins to change, fading from a solid
white to a smokey grey and then, a momentter, to a clear barrier. Behind it stands John Walsh, his
arms held firmly at his side, ring at them.
“Dad,” Ian whispers. “This is the coolest ce in the whole world. I love it here.”
Victor gives Ian a little nce, the corner of his mouth quirking up, but he keeps his focus on Walsh.
“How are you, John,” Victor asks peacefully.
“You know exactly how I am, Kensington,” Walsh snaps, ring at him, his eyes flickering to his
grandson. He pauses a moment before adding, “you’d bring a child here, to this ce? Not precisely
good parenting, I think.”
Victor just shrugs. “He wanted toe, and one day he’ll be in charge of all of this. Never to early to
get started.” He sighs and lowers Ian to the ground then, taking his hand before raising his eyes to hold
his prisoner’s gaze. “Not that I’d take parenting advice from you any way, Walsh.”
Walsh’s lips lift in a snarl and Victor is pleased that the time in confinement has made this Alpha
restless, angry, eager to get out by any means. Precisely the right mood for negotiation, at least from
Victor’s side.
“How are you enjoying your stay?” Victor asks calmly, sinking his other hand into his pocket. “Is there
anything we can get for you that you are not being supplied with regrly?”
“You can get me out,” Walsh snaps, taking a step forward. “I have been in here for weeks with no
contact with my wife or my forces – I have rights –“
“You have no rights,” Victor corrects casually. “You lost your war, you lost your pack. They’re mine now.
You are, officially, a wolf under my jurisdiction, and I decide your rank as well as your fate.”
“You cannot –“
“It is done,” Victor snaps, his voice definitive, and Walsh takes a step back, shocked at his tone. “The
council approved the takeover more than a week ago. You were dered unfit after they heard your
little…speech, regarding Betas and pack members as expendable fodder who only exist to serve you.
As Joyce was likewise marked as unfit and you marked my children as the heirs to your pack, I have
taken over as regent until theye of age.”
Walsh’s face pales at this news. Ian looks curiously between his father and grandfather, surprised to
hear it himself. He would get a pack now? When did hee of age? He hoped, fervently, that it was
next week.
“So you see,” Victor continues. “Your little n for a pack takeover with my sons’ inheritance at the
center of the n did work. Just…not as you intended.” Victor smiles down at Ian, then, directing his
next question to the boy. “What do you think, Ian? Will you enjoy taking over your grandfather’s pack?”
“Yes! I –“ Ian begins, looking up at his father with shining eyes, but he jumps and gives a little shout of
fear when something ms against the stic partition between them.