Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Alexander Came

Chapter 60: Alexander Came

(Celeste’s POV)

The searing, relentless burn of the wolfsbane–laced ropes dragged me back into

consciousness.

Pain engulfed my silver–scarred skin, jolting every nerve awake with vicious intensity.

The ancient symbols etched into the bindings pulsed with a sickly green glow, their magic seeping deeper into my flesh with each passing moment.

I bit back a whimper, refusing to give my captors the satisfaction of hearing my struggle. Four years in Moon Shadow Prison had taught me how to swallow pain, to turn it into fuel rather

than surrender to it.

The sharp scent of damp wood and the smoky residue of a dying fire filled my nostrils. Beneath that, I caught the faint metallic tang of old blood–probably Nina’s.

My chest tightened at the memory of her crumpled form. Every breath felt like dragging shards of glass through my lungs, but I forced myself to focus, to assess my surroundings

through other senses.

Beyond my own agony, fragments of muffled voices danced in the air. Two distinct auras, dominant yet sloppy, hovered close–mercenaries, arrogant and overconfident in their success.

Their wolves‘ energies reeked of moon–blessed wine and premature celebration.

“Smartest job I’ve ever taken,” one of them muttered, his words laced with self–satisfaction.

His heavy boots creaked against the uneven wood floors as he paced. “Clean execution, no

complications.”

The other laughed darkly, the sound echoing off the walls of what I assumed was some abandoned cabin. “No blood, easy cash–and we’re out by morning. Easier than taking candy from a pup.”

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‘Just keep her here till morning,” the second one added with another laugh, this one looser,

more alcohol–fueled. “Then let her go and collect our p*****t. Simple as that.”

There was a pause, followed by the sound of liquid being poured. More moon–blessed wine, no

doubt. Their overconfidence was becoming their weakness.

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“There’s always something off about deals involving Marcus Blackwood, though.” The first mercenary hesitated, the edge of nervousness creeping into his tone. “You feel it? Like… this shouldn’t be this simple.”

My wolf stirred at the mention of Marcus’s name, a low growl building in my chest that I quickly suppressed. Of course he was involved. The question was–how deeply?

“Relax,” the other replied, confidence dripping from his slurred words. “You think those royals care about some fallen Luna? Whoever paid for this, paid to sabotage Blackwood’s ceremony. That’s it. One missed mating ritual, contract fulfilled, and we get rich.”

The clink of glass against wood echoed through the space. They were drinking heavily now, their guards dropping with each pour of wine.

My muscles twitched with readiness despite the dull ache coursing through my body. I could feel my wolf stirring, whispering resistance into my bleeding thoughts.

My captors may have roped me, drugged me, weakened me–but prison taught me resilience.

Moon Shadow Prison didn’t break me. This wouldn’t either.

My breathing steadied as I focused, tuning out the ache digging into the ridges of my wrists.

The ropes, infused with ancient wolfsbane magic, burned constantly into my skin, but they

lacked the vicious sharpness of silver chains.

My wolf whimpered faintly within, subdued by the poisonous plant woven into the fibers.

But we’d endured worse, hadn’t we? Four years of silver, betrayal, and solitude. This pain was

nothing compared to that.

I calmed my breaths into slow, deliberate rhythms, even as their drunken giggles clawed at my composure. My mind cleared, sharpening like a blade being honed.

Escape wasn’t just a chance–it was necessary. For Eleanor, who painstakingly fought for my

freedom. For Nina, likely injured trying to protect me. Hell, even for myself.

No more waiting.

The heat of the ropes grew sharper as I started moving my wrists. The friction between skin and binding sent fire through my nerves, but I remembered Eleanor’s frail hands gripping mine, her golden eyes fierce with determination as she promised to get me out of prison.

I wouldn’t waste her sacrifice.

I clenched my jaw, doing everything I could to stay silent as I worked. The mercenaries poured

themselves another drink, their wolves‘ auras growing increasingly unfocused.

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They were oblivious to my soft muffled grunts as I carefully maneuvered my arms.

The wood they tied me against groaned under my weight as I shifted. Slow. Precise. My hands twisted until I felt the raw edges of the rope bite deeper against my skin.

Blood pooled where the fibers dug into open flesh. The wolfsbane only made it ten times

worse, seeping into the open wounds to amplify the sting.

Tears pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them away furiously. Pain meant I was alive. Pain

meant I could fight.

Moon Shadow Prison taught me this. Pain was fuel. Weak wolves surrendered to it; strong

wolves wielded it.

One more twist–a muffled snap sounded in my wrist as I forced it past the biting friction of

the rope. A sharp cry almost escaped me as my arm wrenched unnaturally.

My wrist bent at an angle it shouldn’t, and I could barely hold it steady as white–hot agony nearly blinded me.

But it worked. One hand was free.

Blood dripped from my swollen fingers, trailing down my arm in warm rivulets. I bit my lip hard

enough to draw blood, trying to focus through the pain.

Dark spots danced across my vision, but I forced them back through sheer will.

Another clink of their glasses reached my ears. Their drunken laughter grew louder, more

careless. They were celebrating too early, too confident in their success.

I didn’t rest–couldn’t afford to. My remaining hand was still bound, the aching knot coarse

against fresh wounds.

Dropping to the uneven floor on shaking knees, careful to stay silent, I tugged at the ropes

firmly wrapped around my ankles.

The fibers resisted, but their sloppiness was my advantage. They hadn’t tied me to hold

someone who’d learned to slip out of restraints even with her bones screaming in protest.

Twisting awkwardly, I loosened the bindings on my feet. Whether it was adrenaline or sheer desperation, the pain felt lighter under the weight of my resolve.

The moment the restraints loosened completely, my body folded to the floor, heavy and

trembling. But there was no time to stop–not when survival hung by the fraying threads of my

will.

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My body shook as I rose unsteadily to my feet, every muscle protesting the movement. Bile

crept up my throat, fueled by the nauseating mix of blood loss, wolfsbane burns, and adrenaline coursing through my veins. Yet my wolf pushed me forward, weakly nudging me to

move.

The cabin door stood just a few feet away, a rectangle of deeper darkness in the dim light.

Freedom was close, close enough to taste.