Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144: A Wolf’s Desperate Gambit

Chapter 144: A Wolf’s Desperate Gambit

(Lucas’s POV)

The moon–blessed wine sat before me, untouched. Its soft glow reflected off the glass, but the usual enticing aroma churned my stomach instead of drawing me in.

No amount of alcohol could quiet my wolf, who whined relentlessly inside me. His sound was filled with turmoil and guilt, each second nudging at my fragile composure.

The memory of Celeste’s violet eyes, staring at me with unparalleled hatred, lingered vividly in

my mind. Her thrashing, the desperate fight in her silver–scarred wolf, and the bitterness of her

screams had carved themselves permanently into my conscience.

I clenched my fists, my claws unintentionally raking the already battered wooden table. My

thoughts drifted to Kane, his cold gaze stripping me bare as we delivered her unconscious

body to his quarters. Kane’s disdainful expression felt like a stab to my heart.

What kind of brother even does something like this?

I shoved the thought away, but it clung to me, refusing to let go. Every fiber of my being

protested the events that had unfolded. My wolf howled within, no longer prideful but crouching, tail tucked–ashamed.

I took a sharp breath, but the air inside Silver Creek Tavern felt almost suffocating.

Alexander’s calm, quiet voice cut into my spiraling thoughts. “Your guilt is radiating across the

entire tavern.”

I hadn’t even noticed him sit across from me. My white–knuckled hand gripped the bottle tightly, the bitter taste of disgust already thick in my mouth.

“What do you want?” I barked, harsher than intended. My wolf stirred uneasily as Alexander’s

ice–blue eyes bore into mine.

He leaned back, the picture of control, but there was something sharp glinting behind his

measured calm. “It’s not too late to make this right, Lucas.”

Make it right? A bitter laugh escaped me before I could stop it.

“And do what exactly?” I shot back, my upper lip curling into a sneer. “Even if I ran back there now, it’s already too late. Kane’s attendants have found her by now.” My claws tapped against

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the wood. “This mess is done.”

Alexander’s posture didn’t change, but his wolf stirred in response. His calm was unsettling.

I looked away, unable to bear the weight of his steady gaze. My mind replayed flashes from hours earlier: Celeste pinned beneath my grip, her defiant strength even as she screamed my name, calling for help.

Unable to stop myself, I added quietly, “Do you think I wanted this? This was the only choice.

we had left.”

Alexander’s eyebrow lifted, though he said nothing, which only served to unsettle me more.

His silence screamed louder than any retort.

“We both know what Marcus does to his so–called mates,” I continued, my voice sharpening

with urgency. “At least with Kane…”

The words tasted vile on my tongue and died abruptly. At least with Kane, what? There was no

dignity in what we’d done to her today. There was no justification I could utter that wouldn’t

choke me halfway through.

“She’ll understand eventually.” I forced the words, though they sounded hollow even to me.

Alexander finally moved, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. His ice–blue eyes remained eerily impassive as his wolf bristled softly beneath the surface.

“She will understand,” he said, his quiet confidence sending an unexpected chill down my

spine.

I scoffed bitterly. “And what if she doesn’t? What if she can’t ever look at me again without that hate in her eyes?”

His gaze didn’t falter. “Better her hatred than her death at Marcus’s hands.”

My wolf faltered at his quiet words, whining softly within, but I wasn’t convinced.

I shoved my chair back, rising abruptly. My chest felt tight, suffocated by guilt and the weight of Alexander’s unwavering composure.

I barely registered the collision until rough hands pushed against me. I looked up sharply to find David, the pack’s pharmacist, wobbling on unsteady feet. The stench of stale liquor clung

to him like a cloud.

David squinted at me briefly before breaking into a drunken laugh. “What are you doing drinking here? Huh?” His voice was far too loud, drawing the tavern’s attention.

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I turned to snarl him into silence, but his next words froze me mid–breath.

“Shouldn’t you be resting after your passionate night?” David’s laugh only grew louder. “Good ol‘ Kane had her, right? Hahahaha!”

My blood turned ice cold. In less than a second, I’d grabbed him by his collar and shoved him against the tavern’s wall.

“What did you just say?” I growled, my teeth bared inches from his panicked face.

David blinked, his confusion amplifying my fury. “What?! You…you came to me last night for it!” he stammered.

Alexander had risen from his chair, his presence looming just behind me. “For what exactly?” he asked sharply, his words carrying a threat I’d never heard before.

David trembled beneath our combined auras, his bravado deflating like punctured glass. “The… the medicine! What’s wrong with you two?” His voice cracked slightly as he shrank beneath our towering figures.

My claws dug deeper into his collar. “What medicine did you give me?”

The words came out as a deadly snarl. The fragments were starting to piece together in my head, but I refused to believe the horrifying possibilities.

“It’s nothing! I was just…” David’s breaths came shallow and fast. “…look, I run a pharmacy

next to the nightclub, okay? Most of what I sell is

For a moment, he hesitated, his eyes darting nervously between the two of us like a cornered

rat.

“It’s aphrodisiacs!” he finally blurted, raising his hands as if trying to shield himself. “For

passion! What else would you use it for?!”

The world seemed to explode around me.

My claws released him, dropping his shaking body gracelessly to the tavern floor.

But my body refused to move, frozen by the weight of realization crashing over me all at once.

Something in Alexander snapped at that moment. Not a single word left his lips, but his wolf burst awake with devastating fury.

With one sharp movement, Alexander leaped seamlessly through the window, his white wolf’s

aura flooding the room with palpable rage.