Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128: A Wolf’s Calculated Mercy

Chapter 128: A Wolf’s Calculated Mercy

(Celeste’s POV)

I sat in the intricately carved antique chair that belonged to my grandmother Eleanor. Its crescent–moon motifs seemed to pulse under the dim light, a silent reminder of my heritage.

I sipped on a specially brewed cup of moon–blessed tea, small wisps of steam curling into the tension–filled air. The aroma of calming herbs did little to soothe the simmering anger in my

chest. My silver–scarred wolf stirred restlessly, its growl low in my mind as it watched the

scene before us with cold precision.

Nina stood silently beside me, her silver–gray wolf on high alert. She moved with grace,

refilling my tea as her sharp gray eyes missed nothing. Her protective aura was unwavering, a steady presence against the chaos unraveling in the room.

On the polished moonstone floor, Grace knelt in abject submission. Her honey–blonde hair fell disheveled around her trembling shoulders. Her frame, usually so self–assured, was riddled

with tension, paralyzed between desperation and fear. Her beta wolf whimpered audibly, its

distress pouring into the room like waves crashing against sharp rocks.

“Please, Miss Celeste,” Grace began, her voice cracking under the weight of her pleading. “I know I’ve wronged you… deeply.”

Her words wobbled, and her lips quivered as if each syllable burned her throat. Her trembling hands pressed flat against the cold moonstone floor in a show of contrition, but it did little to

stir sympathy in me.

“I never… I never wanted things to go so far,” she continued, her honey–brown eyes slick with a film of unshed tears. Her wolf’s heavy aura leaked regret – or fear. Likely both. “I didn’t think…

they would send you to Moon Shadow Prison-”

Suddenly, with a sickening thud, she dropped her head to the floor, striking it deliberately

against the unyielding stone.

The impact rang sharply against the quiet air, startling some of the younger pack wolves watching from the nearby hall. A murmur ran through them, faint whispers like the rustle of

leaves in a storm.

“As Moon Goddess is my witness, I didn’t mean to cause such pain!” Grace cried, punctuating

every few words with another violent bow. Again, her forehead collided with the stone, the soft

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smack of flesh and bone reverberating in their uneasy silence. Blood began trickling down from her hairline, the red stark against the pale moonstone.

I set my teacup down on the small side table with deliberate slowness, my focus unwavering.

The clink of porcelain meeting wood seemed to echo maliciously.

Her desperate cries meant nothing to me. My silver scars were a constant reminder of what

her “testimony” had cost me. My wolf, as scarred as my body, watched her pathetic display

with icy detachment. It paced within me, unimpressed, its claws scraping against the edges of

my mind.

“You didn’t mean to cause pain,” I repeated slowly, my tone flat, the words devoid of emotion.

“But your lies sentenced me to four years of silver chains…”

Grace’s wolf yelped audibly at my words, a pitiful, broken sound that filled the room with even

more discomfort.

“I didn’t know!” She screamed, slumping further into her submission. This time, her head

collided with the moonstone harder, the fresh c***k of skin splitting drawing winces from the

gathered pack members. Blood ran down her face in thin rivulets, staining the floor beneath

her pale.

“Didn’t you?” I asked coldly, leaning back in my seat. My posture radiated calm as though her

desperate wailing were nothing more than a nuisance. “Did the elders not prepare you, a beta

wolf, on the consequences of perjury before the Alpha King?”

Grace froze mid–motion. Her trembling escalated, and I let the heavy silence that followed my

question weigh on her. The watching wolves exchanged uneasy glances, the faint murmurs

dying as they, too, understood the gravity of my words.

The pack’s laws were immutable, unyielding. Her false testimony against me during the sacred moon crystal incident had marked me as guilty. Had condemned me. It was no small thing to accuse another unjustly. She must have known.

“I-” Her voice broke again, smaller this time. “I swear, I—”

Nina slammed her fist against the nearby wall, drawing every eye in the room. Her silver–gray

wolf bristled as she glared down at Grace, anger burning in her sharp features.

“Do you think your blood can wash away the years my Lady spent in chains?” Nina spat, her

usually calm voice trembling with fury. “Four years! Four years of silver chains burning through her skin! Four years of howling in pain while you lived comfortably here.”

Grace whimpered, curling into herself. She didn’t dare meet Nina’s gaze, didn’t even try. Her

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wolf was already exposed in full submission, its shame bleeding into the room.

“I–I swear it… It haunted me every day!” Grace screamed, her voice hoarse. She dared to lift her face slightly, her tear- and blood–streaked features turning upwards. Her eyes searched mine desperately for mercy, though my wolf gave none in return. “Every time I saw your scars… I knew–I knew I was wrong!”

Another murmur swept through the onlookers, louder this time, uncertainty sparking in the

collective pack atmosphere.

“Do you believe her, my Lady?” one omega dared to whisper. “She sounds remorseful. Perhaps twenty lashes would suffice…”

“You dare to speak of moderating punishment?” Nina whipped her gaze toward the omega, silencing him immediately. “Were you there? Did you see the agony in my Lady’s eyes every

moonrise as her skin burned under those chains?”

My wolf hummed approvingly at Nina’s unwavering loyalty. Yet, instead of responding to the brewing whispers, I held up my hand, halting further words. Slowly, I rose from my chair, deliberate and graceful, my violet eyes locking onto Grace.

“Enough,” I said finally, my voice cutting through the tension like a sharpened blade. My presence demanded attention, demanded silence. Even Grace stilled momentarily, her shallow

breaths the only sound in the room.

“Stop your theatrics,” I added coldly, the edges of my words laced with disdain. “This constant head–banging does nothing but paint me as a petty aggressor.”

Grace froze, her bloodied face snapping upwards in confusion. Relief flickered through her honey–brown eyes, yet wariness lingered. For once, she obeyed and stilled her trembling arms.

I began to pace, letting my footsteps echo deliberately across the stone floor. The weight of the moment pressed down on everyone present. Even Nina seemed to hold her breath, watching me carefully.