Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: A Poisoned Awakening

Chapter 143: A Poisoned Awakening

(Celeste’s POV)

My head pounded with a relentless, piercing ache as consciousness slowly returned. A sharp, pungent scent clawed its way into my nostrils–an overwhelming mix of herbal ointments and

the metallic tang of silver. My wolf stirred weakly but recoiled almost instantly from the smell, whimpering in the back of my mind.

I blinked my eyes open with effort, my vision still hazy. The furnishings around me were

unfamiliar. The room held a distinctly masculine air–dark wood, muted tones, and a faint

scent of aged parchment mixed with the herbs. Panic bubbled in my chest. This wasn’t my

room in the pack house.

“Get out.”

The voice was cold, sharp as a blade, and utterly commanding.

My head snapped toward the sound, and my breath hitched. A man sat a few feet away, his body angled toward the window. His gaunt frame and sharp features made him look like a

shadow of the warrior he once must have been. Even seated in the wheelchair, he exuded an

aura of authority and cold detachment.

I knew him from descriptions I’d overheard–Kane Steele.

Alexander’s older brother and former elite warrior, his legend loomed large despite his current

state. Stories of his bravery in saving the Alpha King, at the cost of his own health, had been

etched into pack lore.

But the man before me now bore no resemblance to the hero depicted in those tales. His ice–blue eyes held a frigid disdain as they pinned me in place, dissecting every movement with detached cruelty. The scars across his pale face and hands only added to his intimidating air.

I froze under his scrutiny, my instincts screaming danger.

His voice cut through the silence again, each word sharper than the last. “I said, get out.”

The paralysis from his words broke, and I scrambled to move. But the moment I tried to swing my legs off the bed, the muscles refused to obey.

Panic surged through me as I attempted to push myself upright. My limbs felt like dead weight–foreign and useless. The poison. Realization struck hard and fast. My body hadn’t

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recovered from whatever Lucas and Scarlett had forced down my throat.

“Move faster,” Kane sneered, his voice filled with condescension as he leaned back into his

wheelchair.

I forced myself to sit up, though each movement felt like dragging myself through a swamp. My trembling arms gave way, and I fell forward, landing hard on my knees.

Humiliation burned through me as I knelt there, gasping against the cold floor. It took every

ounce of self–control I had not to cry.

“Oh, how pitiful.” Kane’s amusement was evident in his soft chuckle.

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms as I gritted out, “I…I apologize. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” My voice cracked, weak and pathetic even to my own ears.

He said nothing, his silence louder than words as his chilling gaze bore down on me like a predator watching wounded prey.

Desperation coursed through me. I had to leave this room. I didn’t know how I got here, but deep down, I could guess. The memory of Lucas, Scarlett, Grace, and that cursed wine

crashed into me like a tidal wave.

The claws of realization dug deep.

They had drugged me. Poisoned me.

And brought me here.

Kane’s quarters. My heart thundered in my chest as another horrifying scenario unfolded in my mind. Did Lucas intend for Kane…?

No. I shook my head violently, rejecting the thought. That couldn’t have happened. It wouldn’t. Fear mixed with fury, creating a volatile storm brewing inside me.

Finally, I forced my shaky legs under me, stumbling to stand upright. My knees wobbled dangerously, but I managed to steady myself against the edge of the bed.

A cold laugh escaped Kane’s lips as he watched my struggle. “By all means, feel free to leave,” he said, gesturing dismissively toward the door. “But judging by the state you’re in, you won’t

make it far.”

I glared at him through swollen, blurry eyes but didn’t dignify his remark with a response.

Instead, I focused on my breathing, forcing my body to move one feeble step after another. Kane didn’t stop me. He simply observed, his expression detached as though I were an

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amusing spectacle.

My surroundings spun slightly, but I ignored it, dragging myself toward the heavy wooden door. Even with my dulled senses, I could make out subtle details–the fine etchings on the door’s surface, the faint scratching mark on the handle.

I gritted my teeth, gripping the handle tightly before yanking it downward as hard as I could.

The chill of the hallway air hit me instantly, carrying with it faint, muffled sounds of distant

voices. My wolf stirred weakly at the change of scent but remained silent.

My goal was clear–get out of this pack house before anyone else found me. Before Lucas or

Scarlett unleashed another scheme.

The hallway stretched endlessly ahead of me, each step feeling like an eternity. My body

screamed in protest, the wolfsbane poisoning sapping what little strength I had left. Still, I

pressed forward, guided by instinct more than anything else.

Then I heard him.

“Little Moon?”

The nickname froze me in my tracks. I turned my head dizzily, searching. A figure approached

swiftly from the shadows.

Relief flashed through me briefly before being overshadowed by dread.

Matthew Sterling.

Alexander’s right–hand man. The ever–loyal second–in–command.

His storm–gray eyes widened the moment our gaze met. Despite my haze, I caught the flicker

of recognition, followed by alarm.

“Celeste!” His tone was sharp but filled with concern as he closed the distance between us.

I stumbled slightly, but before I could hit the ground, his arms were around me. His strong grip

steadied my failing legs, pulling me upright.

“What happened?” he demanded, his gaze scanning my flushed face and trembling form. His nose crinkled slightly as he caught the scent.

“Wolfsbane,” he murmured under his breath, realization dawning. “And…moon–blessed…” His

voice trailed off, disgust and anger simmering beneath his calm exterior.

I tried to step back, but his hands remained firm on my shoulders. “Let go,” I managed to

croak, my voice hoarse from the lingering effects of the poison.

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“Stay still,” he commanded softly, removing the dark warrior’s cloak draped across his

shoulders. Without waiting for an answer, he wrapped it around me in a single fluid motion.