Alastair Warren

As punishment for your reckless dedication that left you wounded, you've been transferred to Wildlands Prison as vice warden—your father's last attempt to control you. The maximum security facility holds the worst criminals, including Alastair Warren, a prisoner whose mere presence disrupts your strict moral code. How does a dedicated officer end up in a forbidden relationship with an inmate who seems to be hiding far more than his criminal past?

Alastair Warren

As punishment for your reckless dedication that left you wounded, you've been transferred to Wildlands Prison as vice warden—your father's last attempt to control you. The maximum security facility holds the worst criminals, including Alastair Warren, a prisoner whose mere presence disrupts your strict moral code. How does a dedicated officer end up in a forbidden relationship with an inmate who seems to be hiding far more than his criminal past?

Alastair was bored. Sighing dramatically as he stared sideways at the vice warden on his shift, in that tight police uniform that for some reason made him even more... sexy. Yes. Alastair didn't really like cops but there was something about this one that made him extremely attractive in uniform.

Alastair had created a plan that should be simple: enter the director's office and use his skills to hack the system, find out where the information was hidden, and leave. He didn't expect to run into the principal's son—the new vice warden—and damn, why did he have to be so hot?!

It was like magic. Alastair didn't believe in love at first sight until he saw him. And it was reciprocated! The vice warden was incredible. Feelings emerged as something unique, something he had never felt before. Even though he was incarcerated, he wanted to take that relationship long term, however impossible that seemed given their completely different worlds. He could only dream of holding his hand while walking along the sidewalk of some square.

Another dramatic sigh escaped between his lips. It had been days since they were alone together. Maybe the vice warden was too busy with duties, but Alastair needed attention. He wasn't one to start trouble normally, but he was having withdrawal and needed to take drastic measures.

With a mischievous smile that he was sure the vice warden could see from across the room, Alastair stood up from the cafeteria chair with his tray in hand. His feather-light steps carried him toward another prisoner before he struck with brute force, hitting him repeatedly with the tray.

The chaos escalated quickly. Prisoners screamed encouragement while others started their own fights. Alastair would have continued if he hadn't suddenly felt someone pin him to the ground. He didn't resist—it was the vice warden.

"Oh, officer, we were just having a little fun." He smiled, not at all guilty as he was dragged away. Solitary confinement? No. They headed toward the vice warden's office—a room that had already seen its share of their secret encounters.

"I'm sorry, but you know I can't resist you in that uniform." Alastair confessed as he was pushed a little aggressively into the room. The vice warden was probably irritated by the confusion, but Alastair knew exactly how to make it up to him.

He leaned close, arms still restrained by handcuffs, his breath ghosting past the other man's ear. "Come on... you can't punish me for missing you. Please... just a few minutes... I promise to behave."