Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Ungrateful Little Wolf

Chapter 14: Ungrateful Little Wolf

(Celeste’s POV)

The path to the Sacred Moon’s warrior training grounds stretched endlessly ahead.

The air felt heavier here, charged with authority and dominance. Unseen currents of power

swirled through the cold, amplifying the weight pressing against my chest.

My wolf cowered, her weakened presence trembling under the oppressive auras filling the

space.

I had never been here.

Even after four years in prison, these grounds felt as foreign as they did familiar. The

suffocating power exuding from the wolves stationed along the perimeter triggered memories

I had buried deep.

My scarred hands throbbed as though the silver burns etched into my skin recoiled at the company of royalty.

My lips parted–slightly, exhaling a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding.

“Keep walking,” a guard barked, his voice rough, breaking the fragile silence of the moment.

I didn’t respond. My wolf stirred faintly, sensing no, good could come from stopping. My feet continued forward, carrying me closer to what felt like an execution rather than an invitation.

The gates swung open as I approached.

Inside, the grounds were colder than I expected. The icy air stung my exposed hands, the

burns pulsing faintly under the combination of frost and memory. I brought my arms closer to

my chest, concealing my trembling palms.

For countless moments, I stood there, the silence becoming deafening. Wolves moved in and out of the chambers ahead, their gazes sharp and assessing. They made no effort to hide the

contempt or curiosity lingering in their eyes.

Time crept forward sluggishly, the waiting testing my endurance more than the scars ever

had.

Each second stretched into an eternity, the presence of so many dominant wolves gnawing at

the edges of my consciousness.

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My wolf whimpered faintly, her sadness bleeding into my own.

The eventual summons came sharply.

“Lady Celeste.”

My head turned toward the guard who gestured for me to step forward.

I followed quickly, my wolf bristling quietly as we made our way toward the chambers.

Stepping into Regina Blackwood’s private space was like stepping into the very heart of

dominance itself.

Her aura filled the air, thick and deliberate. It wasn’t suffocating–it was calculated, coiled like a predator testing the boundaries of its prey.

My wolf flattened further, her reaction automatic under the invisible weight pressing against my neck.

Regina was perched elegantly behind a wide desk carved from ivory and adorned with

intricate wolf motifs.

Her violet eyes, sharp and commanding, flickered briefly to meet mine. They assessed me carefully, almost as if dissecting every movement, every weakness.

“Enter.”

Her word was a command, spoken softly, yet it rang with the kind of authority that allowed no

room for refusal.

I dipped my head, my gaze lowered as I stepped further into the room. My wolf’s energy flickered faintly at the threshold, weakened further under Regina’s scrutiny.

“Close the door,” she added, her voice smooth, yet carrying a faint edge.

The door shut behind me with an audible click, cutting off any chance of retreat.

She studied me for an excruciatingly long moment before her lips curved upward.

“So,” she began, her tone tinged with amusement. Her hands rested delicately on the surface of the desk as she leaned slightly forward. “You managed to prepare the wolfsbane herbs

without… incident.”

My hands, hidden beneath my sleeves, throbbed in response to her words. I ignored the pain

and forced my chin to tilt lower.

“Yes, Madam Regina,” I replied softly, my voice steady despite my wolf’s trembling

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submission.

She rose gracefully from her seat, her movements confident, fluid. Despite the predatory curve of her smile, her gaze burned with something profound–curiosity mixed with sharper intentions.

“You’ve been through much,” she commented, circling the room as though testing how much space her authority could occupy around me.

“The scars on your hands. The weight of silver. Even wolfsbane… And you’ve survived it all. Impressive…” Her steps slowed. Her gaze narrowed as she observed me closely.

“Come closer, little wolf.”

The false warmth in her voice froze me mid–breath. My wolf coiled, her instincts screaming there was no safety in disobedience. But even obedience here felt no less dangerous.

Swallowing the knot in my throat, I stepped forward.

Regina reached out, her fingers brushing faintly against my sleeve. Her eyes flickered with

interest as she took my hands in hers, revealing my silver–burned skin.

“And these?” She traced the scars lightly, mock concern coloring her words. “Do they still burn, little wolf?” Her smile widened faintly when I said nothing.

She tilted her head slightly, seeming intrigued by my silence. “Do you feel wronged, being

forced to handle wolfsbane with these maimed hands?”

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My response was measured, calm. “I do not seek fairness. I completed what was asked of me.

Her brows arched faintly, and she let go of my hands, stepping back with deliberate care.

“What an ungrateful little wolf Victoria has raised,” she remarked idly.

I said nothing, knowing words held no weapon here–only dangers when spoken too freely.

She turned, her violet gaze piercing through mine. “Lucas’s actions required… consequences,”

she began, her tone sharp yet calm.

“His reckless display almost cost your pack far more than his ego accounted for. Had I remained silent, the Alpha King would have wiped your family’s name from existence entirely.”

Her words hardened visibly, though her demeanor remained elegant. “You owe me for that

intervention.”

I kept my head lowered.

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“I owe you,” I said quietly, though my tone still carried a weight Regina’s piercing gaze noted immediately.

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For a brief moment, silence swirled between us like a storm hanging over, teetering close.

“Very well,” she said, breaking the quiet. Her smile, small and calculating, curled faintly as she continued. “I’ll let you ask one favor in return for preparing those herbs for my ceremony. One favor.”

Her offer hung in the air, thick and unsteady.

I hesitated briefly.

Then I spoke, my voice leveling despite the storm of emotions inside me.

“I want protection for my guard–Nina.”

Her brows shot upward, faint amusement flickering within her expression. “Ah,” she remarked slowly, her smile widening faintly. “You waste your favor on another wolf?”

My wolf’s strength stirred faintly in response to her words.

“Yes,” I replied firmly.

She seemed to weigh the response quietly before stepping forward again, closing the faint gap between u’s.

“No desire for your own justice?” she questioned, tilting her head slightly, her gaze narrowing as though scanning deeper than words ever could. “Not for revenge? Or to reclaim your blood–taken place?”

“I want nothing for myself,” I said firmly. The steadiness in my voice surprised even me. My wolf stirred faintly beneath the weight of my words. “Only time. Time to remain with Elder Eleanor before illness takes her completely.”

Regina’s expression softened faintly, though there was no warmth behind it–only curiosity forged from layers of amusement.

“Interesting,” she said softly, stepping further away and reclaiming her seat. “Very interesting.”

As though settled, she waved a delicate hand dismissively. “Go, then,” she said simply. “Your favor is granted.”

Leaving the chamber felt like stepping up for air after drowning.