Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 108

Chapter 108: A Brother’s Rage

Chapter 108: A Brother’s Rage

(Lucas’s POV)

Alexander’s arrival was supposed to bring some semblance of control, but instead, the room

felt charged with even more anger. His ice–blue eyes had already turned silver, betraying the fury he was trying to contain.

Marcus, of course, basked in it all. That demon in wolf’s skin leaned back leisurely, his

arrogant smirk plastered on his face as though welcoming honored guests to a grand feast.

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He waved off his royal guards with the flick of his wrist, dismissing them as if we barely posed

a threat. “Leave us,” he said, his tone as casual as if he were inviting us for an evening chat.

This is between us boys.”

Then, arrogantly lounging, he poured himself another glass of moon–blessed wine. He took a

deliberate sip, violet eyes gleaming with the joy that only someone as twisted as him could

find in this situation. He looked between Alexander and me as if he’d already won‘ some

unseen battle.

“Ah, the future Alpha,” Marcus drawled, smiling lazily at me before his eyes flicked to

Alexander. “And the famous strongest warrior. What an honor to have you both here. Truly, I’m

touched.”

The mocking edge in his voice made my wolf lunge beneath my skin, but I held back. Barely.

Alexander stood tall beside me, his white wolf’s energy radiating relentless threat. His silence, though, was louder than any words could have been.

Marcus’s eyes sparkled with delight as he casually rested one leg over the other. “I take it this

is about our dear Celeste?” he said smoothly. “You both look… tense.”

The way he said her name, the way he twisted it in his mouth, sent fire rushing through my

veins.

Alexander didn’t respond. But his wolf’s killing intent filled the space, a force so strong that

even Marcus’s smirk faltered for a moment.

Too quickly, though, Marcus recovered. He set the wine glass down delicately, tilting his head slightly. “Ah, yes,” he said as if piecing together a puzzle. “The notorious Dark Forest. Did you hear she lasted longer than anyone else?”

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The words sliced through what little control I had left. My wolf growled low, dangerous. I felt my claws extending, itching for action.

Alexander’s hand gripped my wrist tightly, a silent warning not to lose myself completely. But I couldn’t stop the way my body tensed with every word spewing from Marcus’s smirking lips.

“The chains, the whips, even the wolfsbane… Such fascinating resilience,” Marcus mused, his

tone dripping with admiration that made me sick to my stomach.

He leaned back, clearly savoring our reactions. “Most wolves,” he continued, his grin

unwavering, “break after just the first lash. But Celeste…”

My wolf surged, and my claws extended further.

“She endured every single one,” Marcus finished, shaking his head as though in mock

disbelief. “Not once did she beg. It was…” His eyes gleamed with something dark, even

twisted. “Beautiful.”

I could feel my body trembling with rage. My fists clenched tight enough to draw blood from

my own palms. Every muscle screamed for me to leap at him, to rip that smug face apart.

Alexander’s grip on my wrist tightened. His ice–blue eyes shredded through the air without a

single word spoken. Even in silence, his rage was deafening.

Marcus only smiled wider, as though reveling in the thickening tension. “Such a perfect mate,”

he murmured. “Finally, someone strong enough to survive my games.”

The final word–games–shattered the last thread holding me together.

A roar burst from my chest, my wolf taking over. With a snap of strength, I ripped free from

Alexander’s grip and lunged toward Marcus.

My claws found their target, raking deep across his cheek before Alexander could pull me

back. The impact was satisfying, the blood dripping from Marcus’s face even more so.

But Marcus only laughed. His twisted joy in the face of violence ignited something darker

within me.

He brought a hand up to his bleeding face, touching the wound delicately before examining

the blood on his fingertips like it was paint. His violet eyes sparkled with amusement.

“How dramatic,” he said, his voice laced with condescension. “You’ve got a bit of fight in you

after all, dear Lucas.”

I bared my fangs, snarling low. “You. Are. Dead.”

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Marcus chuckled as though I’d told a joke. He wiped the blood off his face with the corner of

his sleeve as if it barely mattered, then leaned forward slightly in his oversized chair.

“Temper, temper, Future Alpha,” he chided. Then, with an infuriating calm, he added, “You know, your silver staff performance at the Sacred Moon Temple wasn’t so different from my

methods…”

His words hit harder than any physical blow. Memories of the silver staff connecting with Celeste’s trembling figure–the betrayal in her eyes–flashed vividly in my mind.

“That was different,” I growled, but even as I said it, shame prickled inside.

Marcus raised an eyebrow, a predatory gleam overtaking his features. “Oh?” he said. “Was it

truly?”

I opened my mouth to argue, but he didn’t let me.

“She disrespected hierarchy, Marcus continued lazily, his expression almost bored. “So you punished her. Publicly. Harshly.”

His eyes locked onto mine, and for the first time, his grin transformed into something deeper-

almost sinister.

“We understand each other, Lucas,” he said softly, his tone almost intimate. “Some wolves

need to be broken.”

My wolf froze. The weight of his accusations was too heavy to ignore.

“We’re nothing alike!” I snarled, though the words sounded hollow even to me.

Marcus chuckled again. “Aren’t we?” he asked, tilting his head. “You saw that same unyielding

pride in her, didn’t you? The kind of pride that practically begs to be ripped away.”