Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: A Dangerous Deception

Chapter 220: A Dangerous Deception

(Celeste’s POV)

Something was wrong.

I turned and ran.

My heeled shoes clattered against the polished floor as I sprinted back the way we’d come. Behind me, I heard shouts and the sound of pursuing footsteps.

“Stop her!” a voice commanded.

I took a sharp left down a narrow corridor, hoping to find another exit. My silver–scarred wolf

surged beneath my skin, lending me speed despite my formal attire. I rounded another corner

and found myself facing a dead end.

Spinning around, I saw three beta wolves blocking my escape. Their wolves bristled beneath

their skin, radiating aggressive energy.

“There’s nowhere to run, Miss Winters,” one said, advancing slowly.

I backed up against the wall, eyes scanning desperately for any means of escape. There was

none.

“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded, forcing authority into my voice despite my racing

heart.

Slow, deliberate footsteps approached from behind the betas. They parted to reveal Jason

Moore, all pretense of politeness gone. His wolf surged beneath his skin, his eyes gleaming

with predatory intent.

“I’m disappointed, Celeste,” he said, his voice mockingly gentle. “I arranged this lovely private

reception just for you.”

“This is a*******n,” I said, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Your grandfather will—”

“My grandfather is attending an Alpha King’s council meeting in the northern territories,”

Jason interrupted, a smirk twisting his lips. “He won’t be back for days.”

Cold realization washed over me. “The invitation bore his seal.”

Jason’s smirk widened. “My mother is quite talented with forgeries.”

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“Your actions will have consequences,” I warned, my silver–scarred wolf growling beneath my

skin. “The Winter Pack-”

“Won’t do anything,” he finished for me, stepping closer. “Alpha James Winters gave his

blessing for this union.”

The words struck me like a physical blow. “You’re lying.”

Jason’s eyes glittered with malicious amusement. “Why do you think he insisted you come?

He recognized the forgery immediately. My grandfather always applies his seal in the top right

corner, not the bottom.”

I refused to believe it. “You expect me to think my father approved of this… this forced mate

marking?”

“Your father?” Jason laughed, the sound cold and harsh. “How touching that you still call him

that. The man who abandoned you to Moon Shadow Prison, who punished you for defending

yourself, who engineered your starvation… yes, he absolutely approved.”

Each word cut deeper than any silver blade could.

“Alpha James sees the advantage of connecting our families,” Jason continued. “I only want you for your Winter Pack connection. Nothing personal.”

Before I could respond, two betas grabbed my arms. I struggled against their grip, but they

were too strong.

“Take her to the prepared room,” Jason ordered. “And be careful with her. She’s more crafty than she appears.”

I fought as they dragged me away, but it was futile. The last thing I saw was Jason’s triumphant smile as the betas hauled me down a long corridor.

They threw me into a lavishly decorated bedroom, locking the heavy oak door behind them. I

immediately tested the windows, finding them sealed shut. No escape.

I sank onto the edge of the bed, reality crashing down around me. Alpha James had betrayed me. Again. Despite everything, some foolish part of me had still trusted him, still believed there was a fragment of fatherly affection left.

How wrong I had been.

The wooden pendant felt heavier against my skin now. I clutched it, thinking of Matthew. Would he realize something was wrong when I didn’t return? Would anyone come looking for

me?

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A strange, sweet scent caught my attention. Scanning the room, I noticed an ornate incense burner in the corner, tendrils of purplish smoke rising from it. Wolfsbane.

My heart raced as I recognized the herb used to weaken wolves. The smoke was already making me dizzy. I fought the effect, trying to clear my head as I searched for any potential

weapon.

Nothing obvious presented itself, but I remembered the silver dagger I kept strapped to my thigh–a habit I’d developed after returning from Moon Shadow Prison. I removed it carefully,

hiding it in the folds of my dress.

The wolfsbane was becoming stronger, making my movements sluggish. I needed to act quickly. After checking the room once more for any means of escape and finding none, I made

a decision.

I lay on the floor near the door, eyes closed, feigning unconsciousness. It was a desperate

gambit, but my only chance. The wolfsbane smoke continued to curl around me, but I focused

on breathing shallowly, minimizing its effects.

Time passed agonizingly slowly. Finally, I heard the click of the lock. The door opened, and footsteps entered the room.

“Is she out?” Jason’s voice.

“Appears so,” a female voice replied. “The wolfsbane works quickly on silver–scarred wolves.”

More footsteps–heavier this time. Beta wolves.

“Put her on the bed,” the woman ordered. “And address her as ‘Future Luna‘ from now on.”

I remained limp as strong hands lifted me, placing me carefully on the soft mattress. I fought

the urge to tense up, to fight back. Not yet.

“She doesn’t look like much,” one beta commented. “Hard to believe this is the wolf that had

Matthew Sterling eating out of her hand.”

“Sterling is weak,” Jason replied dismissively. “And she’s nothing but a means to an end. The

Winter Pack connection is all that matters.”

“She’ll make a suitable Luna,” the woman said. “With proper guidance.”

“Whatever you say, Mother, Jason replied, his tone bored. “Leave us now.”

So this was Sandra Moore, Jason’s mother. The woman who had forged the Senior Council

Member’s seal.

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I heard the others leave, the door closing behind them. Then the sound of the incense burner being extinguished. Jason must not want to be affected by the wolfsbane himself.

His footsteps approached the bed, slow and deliberate. My heart hammered in my chest, but I forced myself to remain still, breathing evenly.

“Finally,” he murmured.

The mattress dipped as he sat beside me. His hand brushed a strand of hair from my face, his

touch making my skin crawl.

“You’ve been quite troublesome,” he continued, fingers trailing down my cheek. “But that ends

now. Once I claim you as my mate, Sterling will back off. And the Winter Pack will be forced to

acknowledge me.”

His wolf’s dominance radiated over me, attempting to subdue my own. Little did he know my

silver–scarred wolf had endured far worse in Moon Shadow Prison.

Jason leaned closer, his breath hot against my face. “This won’t take long.”

That was my cue.

In one swift movement, I pressed my hidden silver dagger against his throat, my eyes

snapping open to meet his startled gaze.

“Move and I’ll s***h your throat,” I snarled.

Jason froze, genuine fear flickering across his face. “How-?”

“Moon Shadow Prison teaches you to resist many things,” I said coldly. “Wolfsbane included.”

It wasn’t entirely true–I was feeling the herb’s effects–but my time in prison had given me a higher tolerance than most wolves. The endless silver exposure had created a strange kind of immunity to certain toxins.

“Now,” I continued, pressing the blade deeper against his skin, drawing a thin line of blood, “tell

me the truth about the Senior Council Member’s seal.”