Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Healing Stones and Broken Bonds

Chapter 15: Healing Stones and Broken Bonds

(Celeste’s POV)

The icy wind whipped against my face as we stepped further away from Regina’s chambers. Every step felt like an uphill battle.

My legs wobbled under me, trembling with exhaustion that refused to fade. My wolf

whimpered faintly, curling somewhere deep inside me, wounded and withdrawn.

Alexander walked beside me in silence.

His tall frame cast a shadow that stretched in the dim light, his white wolf lingering just under

his skin, watching me closely.

I didn’t look at him. My gaze stayed fixed on the path ahead, each painful step a reminder of

how far away I always felt from truly escaping.

The wolfsbane burns on my hands throbbed, each ache radiating up my arms.

The memory of Regina’s cold fingers tracing those scars sent a sharp pulse through me,

though I forced my face to remain empty. If exhaustion could quiet the storm inside me, I

welcomed it.

Alexander broke the silence first. His voice was quiet, steady. “Regina’s punishment wasn’t as

severe as it could’ve been.”

I didn’t respond.

“She doesn’t deal in kindness,” he continued. “But trust me, by her standards, this was light. Lucas barging into the royal training grounds…”

He trailed off, shaking his head slightly as if in disbelief.

I kept walking, wincing against the pressure in my hands. His words felt distant, something my wolf couldn’t care to process.

He sighed when I didn’t answer.

“Celeste.” His tone softened slightly, holding an edge of frustration. “You realize she’s waiting for you to crumble, don’t you?”

I slowed but didn’t stop. He matched my pace.

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“She wants a reaction,” he said. “She thrives on control–on proving you’re weak. Don’t give her that.”

I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes, catching the faint tension in his shoulders. The glint in his ice–blue eyes betrayed an unspoken concern.

My lips pressed into a thin line. “You think I don’t know that?” I kept my voice steady, biting back the bitterness that lingered just beneath.

His wolf stirred beneath his skin. I could sense it–the protective energy that radiated off him. like a quiet guard dog.

But.I refused to look at him again. Instead, I focused on the horizon, on the desperate distant hope of returning to anywhere but here.

Alexander sighed again, softer this time. “Eleanor worries about you. You know that, don’t

you?” His words twisted something in my chest, but I kept my face blank. “She’ll want to know

about what happened with Regina.”

“What am I supposed to say?” I asked, my voice colder than intended. “That everything’s fine?

That her intervention didn’t crush every inch of strength I had left?”

His wolf whined faintly, but I heard no answer.

We walked in silence for a few minutes. Each step closer to the pack borders felt like a weight lifting, though not enough to chase the cold from my chest.

“Little Moon,” Alexander said suddenly.

The nickname stilled me.

It had been years since anyone had called me that. Long enough for the words to feel.jarring,

painful even. My wolf stirred faintly, surprised but weary.

I turned, staring at him as my expression hardened. “Don’t call me that.”

His lips twitched, almost frowning, though the emotion passed too quickly to hold onto. “Why

not?”

“Because I don’t owe explanations or nostalgia to anyone here,” I said sharply.

His wolf bristled faintly, though he didn’t react outwardly. His calmness didn’t waver, but there was something there–something guarded.

The edges of his cold exterior softened, slowly but cautiously.

He took a step closer despite my words. “You grew quieter since prison.”

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I tensed, pressing my hands closer to my chest.

The memory of being there was sharp. Too sharp. Words felt like knives waiting to be used against me, so I’d learned to speak as little as possible. To keep silent was to stay forgotten. It was safer.

My wolf stirred uncomfortably at the reminder. She had learned that same lesson long ago.

Alexander’s wolf whined softly, his gaze tracking me carefully. His jaw tightened faintly before his voice softened further. “We’re organizing a full moon run soon. At Shadow Peak.”

His words tugged faintly at something buried deep, where nostalgia lingered like an unwelcome houseguest.

“You remember it, don’t you?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as though watching for my

reaction.

His tone remained steady but carried an unspoken invitation. “The blessed water there. You loved it. You said your wolf felt stronger under its glow.”

I forced my expression to stay steady, though my fingers curled into fists faintly at my sides.

“Think about it,” he pressed gently. “Lucas and I will be there too. Everyone will. With Eleanor

so ill, she’d like to see…”

He trailed off slightly, his words measured. “Some reconciliation. At least for her sake.”

I tilted my head, not bothering to mask the wariness in my gaze. “Eleanor trusts me to do, what’s right for her, not for anyone else.”

He studied me, though his wolf whined faintly. The silence stretched long enough for his words to lose any power.

“Thank

you, Beta Alexander,” I said, deliberately meeting his eyes.

The use of his title stung. I could sense it in the rigid way he straightened his posture and pressed his lips together.

His wolf bristled faintly as if frustrated by the distance I shoved between us.

Yet he didn’t argue.

The pack borders finally came into view, Nina standing prominently amidst the other guards. Relief coursed through my wolf as her silver–gray fur bristled faintly under the light winds.

“Your guard,” Alexander remarked softly, his voice even. “She’s loyal.”

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“She has to be.” My words were blunt but not unkind.

Nina stepped forward, tension easing faintly in her shoulders as I approached. Before I could

turn completely, Alexander’s hand reached into his pocket briefly.

“I wasn’t sure you’d take these,” he said quietly, extending a small pouch toward me.

I stared at it for a moment before reluctantly reaching out. The faint hum of lunar energy

emanated from within, the stones inside glowing faintly under his touch.

They were meant for healing wolfsbane burns.

“I don’t need them,” I said quietly, though my voice was strained.