Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 212

chapter 212: A Wolf’s Humiliation

chapter 212: A Wolf’s Humiliation

(Celeste’s POV)

I sat there, weak and dizzy from days without food or water. Lucas stood towering over me, his

golden eyes flashing with cruel triumph as he set the bucket of rancid scraps at my feet.

“Eat up, sister,” he sneered, the familial term twisted into a mockery.

I stared at the bucket, memories of Moon Shadow Prison flashing through my mind. The

guards there had sometimes forced us to eat from similar buckets. I had endured that

humiliation then. I could endure it now.

“Well?” he prompted, his voice taking on an edge of desperation. “If you eat these scraps

meant for omega wolves, I promise the Winter Pack will never trouble the Sterling family

again!”

A promise. I lifted my gaze to his face, searching for sincerity.

Luna Victoria stepped forward, her eyes wide with horror. “Lucas, how can you be so cruel to

Celeste!” she cried. “She hasn’t eaten in days! How can you force her to eat food meant for the

lowest–ranked wolves?!”

Lucas turned to his mother, frustration evident. “Mother! It’s not that I’m heartless, but she’s

too cunning!” he protested. “She drove Scarlett to starve herself, who knows what she’ll do

next? You really can’t trust her!”

(Lucas’s POV)

I expected support, but instead, gasps filled the room. Mother’s face paled, and Father turned away, his expression troubled.

Even Scarlett had stopped eating. She stared past me, her emerald eyes wide with horror.

A chill ran down my spine as I slowly turned around.

Celeste was crouched beside the bucket of scraps, both hands plunged inside. She scooped

handfuls of the putrid mess into her mouth, chewing methodically. Her movements were precise, almost mechanical, as if this were something she had done countless times before.

My stomach lurched. The contents were barely fit for omega wolves–bones with scraps of

rancid meat, spoiled vegetables, food that had fallen on the floor. The stench alone was

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making my eyes water.

Yet Celeste ate with a disturbing calmness, as if she were sitting at a formal dinner rather

than consuming garbage.

Scarlett trembled on the bed. Her face, already pale from starvation, had turned ashen. I saw her swallow hard, a flicker of realization crossing her features.

For perhaps the first time, she seemed to truly understand what her actions had done to Celeste. The false accusation that sent Celeste to Moon Shadow Prison. Four years of silver

torture and humiliation.

My parents looked shaken to their core. Mother’s eyes brimmed with tears, hands clasped over her mouth. Father’s proud stance faltered, his shoulders slumping as he watched the

scene unfold.

A sharp, stabbing pain pierced my heart as a horrifying image flashed in my mind–Celeste being forced to eat from similar buckets in Moon Shadow Prison, guards laughing as prisoners fought for scraps. How many times had she endured this? How many times had she

been forced to surrender her dignity just to survive?

“Stop eating,” I choked out, my voice barely audible.

Celeste showed no sign of hearing me, continuing with the same methodical precision.

Another handful went into her mouth. Chew. Swallow. Reach for more.

“Celeste, stop eating!” I pleaded, louder this time.

She glanced at me briefly, then returned to her task. There was no shame in her eyes, no humiliation–only a terrible, hollow acceptance. This was normal for her now. I had made this

normal for her.

I couldn’t bear it another moment. With a cry that was half–rage, half–anguish, I kicked the

bucket over, grabbed Celeste’s wrists, and hauled her to her feet.

“I told you to stop eating!” I roared, my wolf surging beneath my skin.

Our eyes met. In her dull violet gaze, I saw my own distorted reflection–a wolf I hardly

recognized. A monster who had forced his sister to eat garbage.

Celeste stared back, unblinking. She chewed calmly, deliberately, then swallowed the

remaining scraps still clutched in her hand.

“I expect Future Alpha to keep his word,” she said, her voice raspy from dehydration. Each

word scraped against her throat, but her gaze never wavered.

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The implications hit me like a physical blow. She had endured this humiliation not out of hunger, but for Matthew Sterling. For his family. She would do anything to protect them, even eat scraps from the floor like an animal.

I stood frozen. How had it come to this? This hollow–eyed, silver–scarred wolf had once been my vibrant sister. We had raced through moonlit forests together, hunting as a team, laughing as we chased moonbeams during full moons.

She had taught me to track deer. I had shown her how to swim in the icy winter lakes. We had been inseparable once.

Yet here she was, reduced to eating scraps at my feet. And I had put her there.

Luna Victoria rushed forward, her face streaked with tears. She grabbed a silk handkerchief and began frantically wiping Celeste’s hands.

“Alright, no more!” Mother sobbed. “Celeste, be good, no more eating! No more, no more…”

Her hands trembled as they cleaned the filth from Celeste’s fingers. Too little, too late. Where was this care during four years of silver torture?

Father seemed to snap out of his shock. His face contorted with a mixture of rage and shame.

“Are

you

broth!”

all fools?” he bellowed at the beta wolves. “Go fetch Dr. Pierce! Bring moon–blessed

Then he turned away, unable to face what had happened. Unable to face what he had allowed

to happen to the daughter he had raised for fourteen years.

Nina pushed past me, her face wet with tears. “Miss… let me help you back to your quarters…” she urged gently.

But Celeste kept her gaze fixed on me, those violet eyes that had once sparkled with life now dull with suffering.

“I trust Future Alpha will keep his word,” she repeated, more firmly.