Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 141

Chapter 141: A Bitter Rejection

Chapter 141: A Bitter Rejection

(Celeste’s POV)

The table was a mockery of the past–a shrine dedicated to memories long since buried. Plates adorned with moon–blessed venison and silver–dusted pastries, the delicate aromas mingling in a suffocating display. Everything so meticulously planned, as if it could erase the four years of betrayal that burned in my veins.

I couldn’t bear it.

With one sharp motion, I grabbed the edge of the table, channeling all my wolf–driven strength.

The crash was deafening. Plates shattered, glass goblets splintered into shards that scattered across the room. Delicate dishes tumbled helplessly to the floor, their pristine presentation erased in an instant. The radiant silver centerpiece rolled unceremoniously away, petals crushed under the fallen debris.

Scarlett’s shriek echoed through the chamber as she jumped back, her emerald dress splattered with remnants of the meal she’d tried so hard to impress me with.

“Celeste!” Lucas roared, his deep voice reverberating with a primal fury that seemed to fill the

entire room.

I turned sharply to face him. His golden eyes burned with anger, his wolf barely contained beneath the surface. Each of his movements radiated tension, his claws itching to unleash the aggression simmering inside him.

But before Lucas could take a step closer, a silver–grey blur moved between us.

Nina.

Her wolf’s protective energy filled the room instantly. She stood tall, barely half of Lucas’s size, but her stance more resolute than ever. Her silver–grey wolf bristled defensively, and her piercing grey eyes locked onto Lucas without fear.

“Future Alpha,” Nina said sharply, her tone firm and borderline challenging. “This is Miss Celeste’s private quarters.”

Her voice cut through the tension like a dagger.

“Whatever anger you’re feeling, it doesn’t give you the right to act recklessly here,” she said, her

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words deliberate as her gaze stayed unwavering.

Lucas’s wolf visibly bristled at the boldness of her words. His golden eyes narrowed, and a low growl rumbled deep in his chest. His claws extended slightly, glinting in the light of the moon–blessed lanterns hanging above.

“You dare challenge me, a mere guard?” Lucas growled lowly, his voice laced with menace.

Nina didn’t flinch.

Her wolf’s protective energy only grew stronger as she stood firm. “I am guarding what has been assigned to me,” she responded, her voice unwavering. “Respect matters, Future Alpha.

Even for someone in your position.”

The air snapped with tension, Lucas’s wolf pulsating dominance in an effort to subdue her.

But Nina, to her credit, didn’t falter.

“Get out,” Lucas snarled finally, his words guttural. “Leave, or I’ll make you regret it.”

A flicker of concern crossed Nina’s otherwise calm face. My heart sank slightly; Lucas’s wolf

was dangerously close to losing control.

I stepped forward, laying a calming hand on Nina’s shoulder.

“Wait outside,” I said softly but firmly.

Nina’s silver–grey wolf whined softly in protest, hesitating for only a moment before meeting

my gaze. I could feel her inner turmoil–her instincts screamed against her leaving me

unprotected.

Still, she listened.

Nina nodded reluctantly, finally retreating toward the doorway. Before leaving, she shot a stern

look to the guards stationed in the corridor.

“Ensure no disturbances,” she instructed them firmly.

I knew she wouldn’t go far. Nina wouldn’t truly leave me vulnerable, not after years of loyalty.

She would likely inform Eleanor within minutes.

And I needed Eleanor. More than ever now.

As soon as Nina was gone, the tension in the room only thickened. Lucas’s golden eyes

locked back onto mine, burning with an intensity that seemed ready to ignite.

Scarlett, still cowering beside the ruined remains of the table, let out a soft, pitiful whimper.

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“Sister…” she whispered, her voice trembling as tears filled her emerald eyes. “Why would you

do this?” Her hands moved timidly across the floor, brushing against the shattered pieces of

glass and ceramic as though trying to salvage what was gone.

“Why are you so angry?” she continued weakly, her voice cracking with the practiced cadence of someone performing a tragic act for an audience.

I laughed bitterly.

The laugh was sharp and hollow, filled not with humor but with the weight of years of pain and betrayal. It echoed dully against the walls of the room, cutting through Scarlett’s pitiful

whimpers.

“Angry?” I repeated mockingly, tilting my head as if to consider the word.

I took a deliberate step toward Scarlett. Her wolf flinched visibly, shrinking low beneath my

gaze.

“You call this reconciliation?” I gestured broadly at the mess on the floor, shards of broken glass mixing with food that I once cherished but now found repulsive.

“You think a few fancy plates can erase what you’ve done? The betrayal?” I said, each word carefully measured, hitting her like blows Sasha couldn’t dodge.

Scarlett’s lips parted as if to defend herself, but no words came.

“Four years,” I continued coldly, my voice steady but biting. “Do you remember what happened

four years ago, Scarlett? What you did?”

Tears spilled freely down her face now, but I didn’t stop.

“Do you remember how you watched me walk away? Into Moon Shadow Prison? Do you remember how you turned your back while silver chains scarred me every day for four years?”

Scarlett’s sobbing increased, her hands trembling against her knees as her wolf waved a pathetic white flag of submission.

“You called me ‘sister,” I spat, the venom in my voice making her recoil. “A sister wouldn’t push her blood into Marcus Blackwood’s torture den knowing what he’s capable of. A sister

wouldn’t let Grace mock me, undermine me, humiliate me at every opportunity.”

My words rang clear through the heavy silence..

Scarlett whimpered, her wolf visibly curling tighter against the invisible weight of my