Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: A Wolf’s Haven (Ce…

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Chapter 113: A Wolf’s Haven (Celeste’s POV)

Chapter 113: A Wolf’s Haven (Celeste’s POV)

Each step toward Eleanor’s chambers made my wounds scream louder. Pain radiated through my body, sharp and relentless with every movement. The silver burns beneath my clothes throbbed, the wolfsbane’s effect lingering like a cruel echo of Marcus’s “lessons.” Without Nina’s unwavering support beside me, I wasn’t sure I would have made it this far.

The familiar scent of the pack house surrounded me, but it was hollow now, providing no comfort to my battered soul. My eyes swept over the hall, trying to push past the ache in my chest. This place, once my home, now felt foreign cold and hostile.

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When I neared Eleanor’s private territory, a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. It was Betty, the head pack housekeeper. She had spent decades overseeing this household, her presence a stabilizing constant even in these turbulent times.

“Miss Celeste!” she exclaimed softly, her eyes widening.

She was looking at me more closely now, seeing through the facade I somehow still managed to wear. Betty wasn’t one to miss details. Her brown eyes flitted to my side, noticing how I leaned more on Nina with every step. Her wolf energy buzzed softly, coated in quiet concern.

“Shall I let Madam Eleanor know you’re here?” Betty asked, her voice warm, almost hesitant.

I shook my head, forcing a faint smile. Even smiling felt like a fight. “No need. She’ll already know I’m coming.” My voice came out hoarse, a whisper in comparison to its usual strength.

Nina was at my side, her every move a shield. Her silver–gray wolf bristled slightly, instinctively placing herself between Betty and me. The unspoken protectiveness in her posture made Betty lower her gaze briefly in deference.

The comforting scent of Eleanor’s healing herbs drifted faintly from her rooms. It stirred a small warmth inside me, a reminder of the one place in this fractured world where I felt

anything resembling safety.

As we entered the chamber, I braced myself, hoping to hide the physical toll Marcus’s torture

had taken on me.

Eleanor sat by the window, draped in soft shawls and surrounded by the gentle glow of moonlight filtering through the glass. Though illness had weakened her physically, her golden eyes still carried the same strength I had known since childhood. Seeing her now tightened

the ache in my chest. Even in her frail state, she radiated the warmth of a true Luna, a strength

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born of decades of guiding the pack.

“Celeste,” she murmured, her voice soft but steady. The simple sound of my name made my wolf stir with a fragile sense of solace.

A smile touched her lips as she extended a thin, trembling hand toward me. “Come, dear,” she said, motioning to the chair beside her.

I moved carefully, every step calculated to conceal just how much it hurt. As I lowered myself into the chair, the motion tugged at my healing wounds, sending fresh sparks of pain through me. Eleanor’s sharp gaze flicked to my face, instantly reading the strain I was trying so hard to

hide.

“Something’s wrong,” she stated firmly, her wolf’s energy brushing against mine with protective resolve.

I avoided her piercing gaze, instead focusing on the small bowl of dried moonflowers on the

edge of the table. The familiar scent of the herbs mingled with the faint scent of woodsmoke

emanating from her old shawl.

“It’s just the burns from Victoria’s silver dagger,” I said softly, forcing the words past the tightness in my throat. “They haven’t fully healed yet.”

Eleanor’s golden eyes narrowed slightly, searching mine. Her wolf let out a low whimper, one

that pressed gently against my own scarred wolf. “You’re lying,” she murmured, her voice calm

but certain.

I didn’t answer.

Her hand tightened over mine, an action full of both softness and strength. “You’ve lost more

weight,” she observed, every word laced with concern. “Your color is worse than last we

spoke.”

“I’ve been resting,” I interjected weakly, knowing she would see through my words.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze unwavering as she studied me. “Your wolf is restless,” she said after a long pause. “It’s reaching out constantly for balance. Something has

happened, and you’re holding it all inside again, Celeste.”

The walls I had put up felt like they were cracking under her steady regard. But I couldn’t do

this–not here, not in front of Eleanor.

“I promise, it’s nothing serious,” I lied again, gently pulling my hand from beneath hers.

Her wolf whined softly, retreating slightly but not fully relinquishing its protective aura. She

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didn’t push further, but the weight of her knowing silence settled between us like a shadow.

Betty moved quietly across the room, placing Eleanor’s medicine cup beside her. The housekeeper’s calm efficiency felt grounding, a momentary reminder that despite the chaos in

the pack, some things remained unchanging.

For just a brief moment, sitting beside Eleanor allowed me to breathe again. The scars thrumming with pain, the burns radiating beneath my skin–they dulled slightly in her

presence.

But of course, peace in my life never lasted long.

“Such a touching sight,” a familiar, sugar–sweet voice cooed from the doorway.

The moment Scarlett spoke, it felt as though the air had turned cold. Her honeysuckle scent

floated into Eleanor’s chambers, its cloying sweetness thick enough to choke.

“Scarlett,” Eleanor said evenly, though her wolf bristled faintly at the intrusion.

Scarlett stepped into the room, a polished vision in emerald–hued silk. She was all soft smiles

and false humility, her chin dipping slightly in deference as her emerald eyes sparkled with

premeditated warmth.

“How lovely to see such devotion between grandmother and granddaughter,” Scarlett said, her

tone almost sing–song.

The undertone in her words set my wolf on edge. My fingers tensed against the armrest of the

chair.

“Though,” Scarlett continued lightly, casting a side glance between Eleanor and me, “some

might say such favoritism isn’t exactly… appropriate.”

The casual way she said it–and the subtle twist of her mouth afterward–made my stomach

turn.

Eleanor’s expression didn’t shift outwardly, but her wolf’s energy bristled in soft waves. “Family bonds transcend blood, Miss Morrison,” she replied, her voice calm but edged.

The corners of Scarlett’s mouth quirked up, as if Eleanor’s collected rebuttal was exactly what Scarlett had planned for. “Of course,” Scarlett said with a little nod, her feigned humility almost cloying. “I meant no disrespect.”

Her words twisted themselves around the air in the room, sinking in just enough to leave their mark. She didn’t need to say more–her point had already been made.

My wolf, already battered and scarred, trembled under the weight of her calculated venom.

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Eleanor’s hand brushed mine again, her voice softening. “Perhaps you should rest if you’re