Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109: A Warrior’s Controlled Fury

Chapter 109: A Warrior’s Controlled Fury

(Alexander’s POV)

The air in Marcus’s private hunting den was heavy with the metallic scent of blood and silver.

It clung to the walls, oppressive and suffocating. My wolf, Steelclaw, surged beneath my skin,

howling in barely contained fury. I clenched my fists, willing myself to stay calm as I fully

stepped into the room.

Marcus sat with his usual arrogance, lounging in his oversized, ornate chair as though he

were the king of the realm. His violet eyes sparkled with cruel amusement, taking in the scene

like a predator cornering its prey. He showed no sign of unease, no trace of guilt or shame. If

anything, he looked entertained.

“Ah, General Steele,” he drawled, his tone mockingly polite. He lifted his wine glass lazily, as

though toasting my arrival. “How unexpected. Come to fetch our dear future Alpha?”

I didn’t respond at first. My focus shifted briefly to Lucas, who stood just a few feet away.

Rage poured off him in waves. His hands trembled at his sides, his claws extended fully, and

his eyes burned with the golden fury of his wolf. The sight of Lucas–usually the composed

future Alpha–at the edge of losing control spoke volumes of the storm brewing inside him.

I turned back to Marcus, keeping my expression as neutral as I could, though every muscle in

my body was tense. Marcus’s smile widened, as though sensing the barely restrained violence

boiling beneath my skin.

“Lucas,” Marcus continued smoothly, ignoring me entirely now, his attention fixed on the man

who had stormed into his den like a raging beast. “Your sister proved… remarkably resilient.”

The moment he uttered those words, Lucas’s wolf surged forward in a snarl. “Shut your mouth,

Blackwood!” Lucas snapped, taking a step forward.

Marcus didn’t flinch. Instead, his violet eyes glittered with sadistic delight as he leaned back

in his chair, swirling his wine casually. “Why the hostility? I’m merely giving you credit where

credit is due. After all, Moon Shadow Prison’s silver chains seemed to have prepared her so

beautifully.”

The words slammed into the room like a sledgehammer. Lucas stiffened, his breathing becoming uneven. His fists clenched tighter as if he might explode at any moment. My jaw tightened as I struggled to keep my white wolf under control.

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“Stop talking,” Lucas growled low, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. “Now.”

But Marcus, ever the predator, only smiled wider, his tone dripping with mock sincerity. “Of course, Future Alpha. I’m only expressing admiration. She’s proven… entertaining to break.”

“You bastard!” Lucas roared. He lunged forward, his claws aimed for Marcus’s throat.

I moved instantly, grabbing Lucas by the shoulder and forcing him back. My grip was

unyielding, my own wolf pressing against his fury to force him to stop. “Enough, Lucas,” I said,

my tone authoritative, leaving no room for argument.‘

Lucas growled, his chest heaving, but he didn’t move to attack again. For the moment, he let

me hold him in place. His golden eyes burned with unrelenting anger, and his wolf snarled.

restless protests.

Marcus, of course, was entirely unfazed. He reclined further, adjusting his position with the

smugness of someone who knew he was untouchable. “Oh, dear,” he said, feigning concern as

he brought the wine glass to his lips. “Did I strike a nerve?”

Lucas’s wolf surged again. I tightened my grip, silently warning him to stand down. But even I

couldn’t deny the fury rising in me as Marcus continued speaking.

“She holds up well under pressure,” Marcus went on, his tone light, as though he were

discussing the weather instead of the torture he had inflicted. “I owe her resilience to you, Lucas.” His violet eyes gleamed with mockery. “Your little display with the silver staff at the

Sacred Moon Temple set such a… solid foundation for my work.”

Lucas froze at that. His wide, furious eyes locked on Marcus, and for a moment, I saw

something flicker in his gaze–guilt.

“That’s not the same, Lucas spat, his voice shaking. But there was hesitation behind his words, as though even he wasn’t sure what he was trying to convince himself of.

“No?” Marcus tilted his head with a smirk. “Does it feel different when it’s someone else

holding the whip, Future Alpha? Or is it because my tools are… sharper?”

Lucas’s entire body trembled. His wolf howled with fury, but there was something else mixed

in–shame. Deep, crushing shame.

I stepped between them then, placing myself squarely in front of Marcus. Steelclaw raged against the constraints of my body, clawing to be released, but I stood firm. Now was not the

time.

“The moon–blessed wine has clouded his judgment,” I said, my voice steady, though it took

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everything in me to keep from growling. “Consider his outburst… an unfortunate effect of his

emotions.”

For a moment, I thought Marcus might push further. His gaze lingered on me, sharp and

calculating. Then, unexpectedly, he smiled, spreading his hands in mock surrender. “Of course,

”

he said with a low chuckle. “How considerate of you, General Steele, to intervene.”

But the glint in his eyes was anything but kind. “The concern the future Alpha shows for his

sister is… touching,” Marcus murmured, his words carrying an unveiled warning.

I clenched my fists behind my back, and my claws scraped painfully against my palms. Steelclaw bristled at the mockery, but I refused to rise to the bait. With years of discipline, I

forced myself to lock the fury deep inside.

“Lucas,” I said, turning to him sharply. “We’re leaving. Now.”

Lucas hesitated. He looked like a wolf about to snap, his breathing harsh and erratic, his body trembling with volatility. But eventually, he nodded stiffly. He didn’t trust himself to speak.