Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 130

Chapter 130: A Predator’s Gift

(Celeste’s POV)

Regina dismissed her beta guards with a curt wave, a gesture imbued with casual authority only the Alpha King’s sister could command.

“Leave us,” she said, her melodious voice carrying an unmistakable undertone of control. Her

violet eyes gleamed with predatory interest as they landed on me, studying me in a way that

sent subtle shivers down my spine.

Victoria shifted uneasily beside me, her wolf bristling. I caught the faintest whiff of her

anxiety, the scent drifting off her like a warning pheromone. She clearly disliked being left

alone in this room, knowing the kind of manipulations Regina was capable of.

The beta guards hesitated only a moment before bowing and stepping out, closing the

mahogany doors behind them. The sound of the latch clicking into place echoed loudly,

punctuating the heavy silence that filled the elegant office.

Regina disappeared briefly into an adjoining chamber beyond a polished door adorned with

gold filigree. The faint shuffle of fabric and hushed movement told me she wasn’t gone for long. Still, the seconds she left us felt stretched, drawn out by the tension thrumming through

Victoria’s aura.

“Relax, Luna Victoria,” I said softly, my tone deliberately light. “I’m quite certain her intentions

are pristine.”

Victoria didn’t respond immediately, her emerald eyes darting to the doors as if considering a silent escape. Finally, she exhaled shakily, murmuring, “She can be… unpredictable when it

comes to protecting her family.” Her careful choice of words belied her true emotions.

The faint sound of heels clicking against the marble floor signaled Regina’s return. She emerged with the smooth poise of royalty, holding a leather–bound folder embossed with the

royal pack’s seal in one manicured hand.

“A gift,” she announced, her voice carrying an eerie mix of warmth and calculation as she

strode back to her desk.

She placed the folder on the gleaming surface, sliding it toward me across the polished mahogany. The crisp scratch of leather against wood broke the silence.

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I tilted my head slightly, concealing my immediate mistrust behind a composed expression.

My fingers hesitated just above the folder before lightly resting on the cool material.

Victoria’s discomfort became almost palpable beside me, her wolf’s energy vibrating with

restrained tension. “Regina, what is this?” she asked cautiously, her gaze flicking nervously

between her sister–in–law and me.

“Property deeds,” Regina replied breezily, as if gifting land and businesses were akin to

offering flowers. “The Silver Moon Boutique in the city center, to be precise.”

I blinked once, masking my surprise with practiced ease. The Silver Moon Boutique was

among the most prestigious establishments in royal territory. Acquiring it was no trivial

gesture.

Regina stepped closer, her violet eyes glinting with satisfaction as she observed my reaction-

or lack thereof. “I’ve decided it’s only fitting,” she continued smoothly, her tone exuding

gracious generosity. “After all, Little Moon, you are to be a part of our family soon.”

The casual use of Marcus’s chosen nickname for me grated against my nerves. My wolf

stirred reluctantly, its instincts sharpening in suspicion.

Victoria’s gasp was audible, her emerald eyes widening with disbelief. “Regina, that boutique

is worth-” She stopped herself with a sharp intake of breath.

“Exactly what my future daughter–in–law deserves,” Regina interrupted firmly, the smile on her

lips polite but unyielding. Her gaze fixed on me, evaluating my every microexpression.

I allowed my fingertips to rest lightly against the folder, a gesture that conveyed both caution

and curiosity. “You honor me,” I replied, my voice steady despite the anger simmering just

beneath the surface.

Regina smiled warmly, almost indulgently, as though she were entirely ignorant of the true

emotions boiling beneath my composed exterior. Her wolf purred audibly through the bond, a

sound that felt more encroaching than affectionate.

“It’s not only a gift, Little Moon,” she pressed on happily. “Consider it a symbol of trust. A

token of unity between us.”

Before I could respond, Victoria finally found her voice. “This seems… a touch extravagant,”

she said carefully, her tone lined with unease. “Perhaps something smaller?”

“Nonsense,” Regina dismissed easily, waving a hand as if brushing away imaginary cobwebs. “Celeste is no ordinary wolf, Luna Victoria. She’s destined for greatness, and we must treat her accordingly.”

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The confidence in her tone irritated me–not because I doubted my capabilities, but because her words were laced with underlying control. This wasn’t just a gift. It was an attempt to buy my compliance, a blatant reminder of my tether to the Blackwood family.

“I’ll arrange for you to tour the boutique soon,” Regina added cheerfully, as if dictating plans

for a casual luncheon.

Resigned to the charade, I inclined my head graciously. “Your generosity is unmatched, Lady

Blackwood.”

A flicker of unease clouded her features for the briefest moment. “Oh, come now, you must

call me Regina,” she corrected quickly, reclaiming her winning smile. “We are family, after all.”

Family. The word tasted bitter on my tongue, reminding me of Marcus’s “hospitality” in the

Dark Forest. My silver scars throbbed dully beneath my clothing, a silent protest against this

farce.

The remainder of the visit passed uneventfully, filled with pleasant conversation about the

boutique’s potential and the responsibilities of royal pack members. Regina skillfully

maneuvered the dialogue away from recent events involving Marcus, reinforcing her efforts to

smooth over any growing discord.

Once I had finally taken my leave, clutching the burden of her so–called gift, Victoria and I

walked silently back toward the parking area. The stifling atmosphere of the royal pack

territory seemed to cling to my skin.

Victoria sighed audibly, her wolf’s tension slowly ebbing now that we were beyond Regina’s

immediate influence. “That could have gone worse,” she admitted softly, though the anxiety in

her eyes remained.

My response was cut short when we spotted a familiar figure leaning against a sleek black SUV nearby.

Marcus.

The sight of him sent an involuntary shudder through my scarred wolf. Memories of his

torture den flashed vividly, the sound of a whip echoing faintly in my ears.

Victoria tensed visibly, her emerald eyes narrowing with thinly veiled fear. “What are you doing