Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: A Wolf’s Rage

Chapter 145: A Wolf’s Rage

(Alexander’s POV)

My claws extended as I stormed through the corridor leading to Matthew’s residence. The thought of him carrying Celeste away while she was poisoned, weakened, and vulnerable was

enough to send my wolf into a complete frenzy.

A growl rumbled in my chest. Matthew had served under Kane before becoming my

second–in–command. His frequent visits to our family home meant he knew every detail of

Kane’s condition.

Had this been his plan all along? To take advantage of Celeste’s drugged state?

My wolf’s protective instincts went into overdrive. Without another word, I sprinted toward

Matthew’s residence, my enhanced speed turning the surroundings into a blur.

All I could think about was Celeste – how vulnerable she must be from the wolfsbane Lucas

had forced on her. The thought of Matthew touching her made my vision bleed red.

I couldn’t get the image out of my head–the memory of her soft, flushed face when I last saw

her. Was it the wolfsbane’s effects, the poison burning through her veins, or worse–the

aphrodisiac?

I growled, my white wolf pushing dangerously close to the surface. The rage inside me felt like

an unstoppable tidal wave. “Matthew,” I growled under my breath. “If he’s betrayed me…”

The unlocked door swung inward with a loud creak as I stepped inside. The house smelled

faintly of herbs, leather, and iron–a typical warrior’s quarters. But amidst it all, I caught a faint

whiff of Celeste’s scent.

Her unique fragrance–a blend of moonlight lilies and silver frost–lingered in the air. My wolf immediately surged forward, howling with possessive fury. My clenched fists trembled as I

moved silently deeper into the house.

Matthew appeared in the hallway at that exact moment, his ice–gray eyes widening in slight surprise when he saw me. He was shirtless, his muscled chest still damp with sweat, and had a towel draped over his shoulder as though he’d just emerged from the bathroom.

“Alexander?” He frowned, confusion evident on his face. “What are you-”

I cut him off with a growl, my anger too volatile to entertain pleasantries or explanations. My

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fist connected with his jaw, hard and sharp, sending him crashing against the wall behind him.

“Where is she?” My voice was no longer my own, guttural with the ferocity of my wolf.

Matthew groaned as he stood back up, his six–foot frame towering but restrained, probably hesitant to fight back. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth where my punch landed. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he said, his tone calm but edged with irritation.

But I didn’t care about his confusion. My anger, my jealousy, and my wolf’s hatred clouded all judgment. “Don’t play dumb with me, Matthew. Where is Celeste?”

Matthew’s brow furrowed in genuine puzzlement. He raised both hands slightly in a defensive gesture but didn’t answer immediately. That hesitation was enough to set me off again.

I lunged forward without waiting for his excuse. This time, I threw my weight into the attack.

My claws came out as I swung another brutal punch to his gut before grabbing the towel and

hurling him across the room.

“Answer me!” I raged, the wolf inside me roaring with each demand.

“You’re out of your damn mind, Alex,” Matthew coughed, trying to regain his footing. His gray

eyes were blazing with the heat of battle now, though he hesitated. “I don’t have Celeste! I-”

“Enough lies!” I snarled, cutting him off again. My wolf’s fury demanded submission,

demanded answers, demanded violence.

This time, my claws raked across his broad chest, leaving a trail of blood. Matthew stumbled

back, wincing but still refusing to fight back fully.

“Alex, listen!” he snapped, his voice sharper now, realizing my wolf wasn’t going to stop. “I

helped her because she was poisoned–wolfsbane! She…” He trailed off as his eyes locked

with mine, and I noticed his expression harden. “Your anger’s blinding your reasoning.”

Hearing him admit that he touched her–held her, wrapped her in his warrior’s cloak–made me

lose all control.

“You dare!” I roared, shifting partially into my wolf form. My hands extended into sharp claws,

and the bones in my face cracked under the transformation. “You dare lay a hand on her in

that state!”

Matthew cursed under his breath, realizing I wasn’t going to stop until I had him pinned or

worse. He shifted defensively, his muscles coiling as he prepared to counter any further

attacks.

But it didn’t matter how prepared he was. My strength and speed outmatched his entirely. I

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tackled him, slamming him hard into the floor of his house. The wooden boards cracked under

the impact.

“You had one job–to protect her!” I yelled angrily, pinning him down. My hand shot toward his

throat, half–shifted claws grazing his skin. “Not to touch her!”

“Celeste was poisoned, and I had to act quickly!” Matthew shouted, his voice rasping as he struggled to speak under the pressure of my claws.

My wolf snarled but hesitated, conflicted between his words and my instincts. The idea of

Matthew carrying her in his arms, holding her close… My head spun at the thought.

Before I could push further, an enraged howl reached my ears. Lucas burst into the room, his golden–green eyes blazing with untamed fury.

“Alexander, stop!” Lucas demanded. His wolf’s dominance was unmistakable as it instantly

clashed against mine.

My claws pressed deeper into Matthew’s skin, drawing a thin line of blood. Yet Lucas’s words