Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: A Wolf’s Training

Chapter 157: A Wolf’s Training

(Celeste’s POV)

Alexander stood before me in the pack house’s private training grounds, his expression as

unreadable as ever. He extended the silver dagger toward me, the intricate carvings on its hilt

gleaming under the dimming afternoon light.

I didn’t reach for it. My silver–scarred wolf stirred uneasily within me, her emotions conflicted.

“You’ll need protection,” Alexander said quietly, his deep voice barely masking his concern. The rogue wolves are brutal.”

I stared at the weapon, its blade reflecting fragments of sunlight. It was the same

moon–blessed dagger I had admired long ago during my time as the beloved Winters

daughter. Back then, I begged him to give it to me. He had refused, claiming it was too

dangerous.

And now, he offered it to me freely. The irony wasn’t lost on me.

”

“No.” My voice cut through the tension like ice. I turned away from the dagger, as well as the

memories it evoked. “It’s too obvious. They’ll search me thoroughly. A weapon like that will

only provoke them.”

Alexander’s white wolf let out a soft, low whine. His grip on the dagger tightened for a moment

before he reluctantly withdrew it.

“What will you use then?” he asked. His gaze followed as I pulled something small from my

pocket.

A delicate silver–tipped hairpin rested in my palm.

“This,” I said simply, turning it over in my fingers. “It’s less conspicuous but just as lethal if the

need arises.”

Recognition flickered in his ice–blue eyes. He remembered the hairpin. I had worn it before,

during one of the many Winter Pack ceremonies when we were younger. His white wolf stilled,

as if caught between nostalgia and indignation.

“It’s practical.” I answered his unspoken doubts. “And it won’t immediately mark me as a threat.”

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Alexander’s jaw clenched, but he nodded. His wolf’s disappointment was almost tangible, but I forced myself to look away. There wasn’t time for sentimentality.

“Let’s begin,” he said at last, stepping toward the open area of the training grounds. His voice had shifted into a tone of calm authority, the tone of a warrior.

I squared my shoulders and followed.

The lingering effects of the wolfsbane poisoning made each step heavier than I wanted to admit. My silver–scarred wolf still felt sluggish, her normally sharp reflexes duller than they

should be.

Still, I refused to show weakness.

Alexander had already positioned himself in a combat–ready stance. His movements were

deliberate, calculated. He gestured for me to stand opposite him.

“The first rule when facing multiple opponents,” he began, his eyes locking onto mine, “is to

never let them surround you.”

He demonstrated a series of quick, precise steps, moving fluidly in a near–perfect circle to

avoid imaginary attackers. Despite the tense atmosphere, I couldn’t help but appreciate the

sheer skill in his every motion.

“Your size is an advantage,” he continued as his movements slowed to a halt. “You’re smaller

and faster than most wolves. That can work in your favor.”

I nodded, already mirroring the steps he had shown me. My legs protested, but I pushed

through the discomfort. My weakened state wasn’t going to hold me back.

“You’re too tense.” Alexander’s comment jolted me from my focus. He stepped close, adjusting

my stance slightly with firm but careful hands. “Relax. Let your wolf guide you.”

I inhaled sharply, the proximity setting my wolf on edge. But his advice was sound.

I nodded again, this time more focused.

We repeated the sequence several times. Alexander didn’t hold back in his corrections,

occasionally stepping forward to demonstrate where I faltered.

“The rogue wolves won’t wait for you to gain confidence,” he warned. “Strike fast and don’t

hesitate.”

I shot him a sharp glare. “I know.”

But

my

wolf betrayed me. During one of the more complex sequences, I stumbled. My balance

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wavered dangerously until Alexander caught me.

His hands gripped my arms firmly, steadying me before I could fall completely.

For a moment, the world seemed to pause.

The heat of his hands against my skin made my wolf stir uncomfortably. His white wolf, on

the other hand, surged forward with protective instincts.

Our eyes met, and I froze. There was an unbearable intensity in his gaze that set my heart.

racing against my will.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

I broke the connection first, shoving him away hard enough to make him take a step back.

“Don’t,” I snapped, my voice cold as steel. My wolf retreated defensively, her silver–scarred

form coiling inward like a wounded serpent.

Alexander didn’t respond. He adjusted his stance and looked away, his jaw tightening in

restraint.

“Again,” I demanded.

But before we could continue, familiar scents reached us.

Victoria and Scarlett approached, their presence immediately adding tension to the already

stifling atmosphere.

“Celeste!” Victoria’s voice was filled with worry as she hurried toward me, her wolf radiating

maternal distress. “You shouldn’t be training in your condition!”

I wiped the sweat from my brow and turned to face her. “I’m fine.”

Her concern seemed genuine. Perhaps it was. But I wasn’t in the mood to decipher her

motives.

“She has to be prepared,” Alexander interjected, his tone firm. “The rogue wolves won’t show

mercy, not for her injuries.”

Victoria’s wolf whimpered audibly.

“I know, but…” Her voice wavered as she looked at me, then at Alexander. Guilt flickered briefly

across her face.

Scarlett stepped closer too, her emerald eyes already brimming with perfectly timed tears.

“Don’t worry, Mother,” Scarlett said soothingly, placing a hand on Victoria’s shoulder. ”

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Alexander knows what he’s doing. Celeste couldn’t ask for better preparation.”

The words felt practiced, like lines from a script designed to win approval.

I ignored her completely, turning back to Alexander. “Let’s continue.”