Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31: A Royal Wolf’s Claim

Chapter 31: A Royal Wolf’s Claim

(Celeste’s POV)

“She deserves proper respect.”

With the words, the air grew heavy with an intense, suffocating presence.

My wolf whimpered, trembling faintly within me, and I tightened my grip on my sleeves, as if

that could shield me.

It didn’t take long for me to pinpoint the source of the overwhelming dominance flooding the sacred grounds.

Standing at the heart of the temple, Marcus Blackwood’s imposing figure commanded

attention. His royal violet eyes, glinting with satisfaction, locked onto me the moment I

entered.

The murmurs around us silenced in an instant. Every wolf in the vicinity, from the

lowest–ranked omegas to even high–standing pack members, instinctively submitted.

Heads lowered as feeble whines echoed throughout the grounds. Even the air itself seemed to

bow to the sheer weight of his wolf’s authority.

My legs felt rooted to the spot as Marcus strode towards me with a confidence that reeked of

entitlement.

My wolf instinctively began to lower my head out of submission–four years of imprisonment

trained her to yield without question to wolves like him.

But before I could fully submit, Marcus’s hand caught my chin, forcing me to look up.

His grip was firm, cold, and spoke volumes of his claim. His violet eyes burned into mine with

an intensity that made my stomach churn., There was no kindness in his gaze–just

possession.

“Under my protection now,” he declared loudly, his voice resonating across the temple grounds. It was a command, a warning wrapped in velvet. Everyone heard it.

The wolves around us stirred with unease, their gazes flickering toward me and back to him.

Many of them were the same wolves who once whispered behind my back, calling me a

traitor, scorning me for my scars and my fall from grace.

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Now, those same eyes filled with reluctant submission, forced by Marcus’s overwhelming

dominance.

For a mere second, I let my gaze drift to the side, searching for an escape, but his hand

tightened.

“Eyes on me,” he growled softly, his tone gentle enough to sound civil, but laced with steel.

My throat tightened. My wolf whimpered again, retreating farther into me. Swallowing my pride and suffocating resentment, I held his gaze, not because I wanted to, but because the

alternative–the consequences of resistance–were worse.

“Let it be clear,” Marcus continued, his voice cutting through the heavy air. “Any disrespect

toward her will be treated as disrespect toward me.”

Each word seemed sharper than a blade, slicing through the murmur of wolves who dared to

question his claim. His wolf radiated dominance so intensely that several wolves around us

whined audibly, their heads dipping lower.

I felt trapped, as though bindings heavier than silver chains had latched onto me once again, dragging me into the suffocating spotlight I worked so hard to avoid. The weight of his words

echoed louder in my ears than anything else in the temple.

Diana’s voice shattered the silence like glass. “With respect, Your Grace,” she began, her tone

sharp and edged with defiance that belied her words. “Is this wise? A disgraced wolf with

silver scars–one who’s lost her pack status–hardly seems fit to stand beside you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was an accusation.

My head whipped to her, and my wolf growled softly. Beside her stood Emma, visibly nervous,

though attempting to keep her composure.

The air shifted dangerously. Marcus’s wolf bristled, his aura intensifying, making even the

most submissive wolves flinch.

My stomach churned as I felt his grip tighten on my arm, the edge of his fingers pressing

painfully against my scars.

Diana, bold as ever, stepped forward. Her wolf’s aggression glowed faintly. She smirked slightly, clearly emboldened by years of her high standing in the pack.

“Silver scars don’t disappear. Neither does their meaning,” she scoffed. “Is this the image you wish to present to the sacred packs, Your Grace?”

Nina moved instantly, stepping closer to me, her silver–gray wolf radiating a protective aura.

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Her subtle growl was soft, yet it made Diana falter.

But Marcus? He didn’t falter.

The shift in him was instantaneous.

Where once he masked his cruelty under the guise of calculated charm, now the predator lurking beneath surfaced. His violet eyes gleamed with thinly veiled rage, and a deadly smile

curled across his lips.

Diana’s wolf cowered visibly under his glare, but she raised her chin, perhaps out of pride or

sheer foolishness.

“Seize her,” Marcus commanded, his voice soft but slicing through the air like a sword.

Two royal guards appeared seemingly out of nowhere, their towering forms flanking Diana with predatory precision. Diana’s wolf immediately bristled, letting out a defensive snarl.

Emma panicked. Her eyes darted around desperately before she clasped her hands together and pleaded, “Your Grace, please, Diana didn’t mean harm! It was just–just bluntness! Please

forgive her for overstepping.”

But Marcus’s predatory smile didn’t falter. If anything, it grew sharper, his amusement evident. “Respect,” he purred, “must be taught.”

My chest constricted. This wasn’t just about me anymore. Marcus was about to use Diana as an example–one I never wanted to see unfold but felt powerless to stop.