Alpha’s Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: A Grandmother’s Sanctuary

Chapter 83: A Grandmother’s Sanctuary

(Celeste’s POV)

The moment I entered Eleanor’s chambers, the familiar scent of moon–blessed herbs instantly wrapped around me. The gentle aroma was a sharp contrast to the heavy tension that had hovered over the pack house. It felt like stepping into a different world, a temporary refuge

from the chaos outside.

Eleanor lay propped up against delicate silk pillows, her golden eyes dim but still warm. Her once–strong wolf aura, which had always filled a room with its undeniable presence, felt faint now, like a flicker of a candle struggling against the wind.

The frailty in her appearance squeezed my heart. It reminded me of the days when Eleanor had stood tall, her wolf commanding respect from everyone, even Alpha James. And now,

seeing her like this–it was both humbling and heartbreaking.

But when she turned and saw me, the flicker in her golden eyes brightened with life. “My precious Little Moon,” she whispered, her voice a rasp but still carrying the warmth I craved.

“Come closer, child. Let me see you properly.”

The childhood nickname loosened something in my chest. It was one of the only remnants of

a time when I had a semblance of family, of love. I approached her bedside slowly, careful not

to falter–both for my pride and to avoid worrying her.

Her gaze immediately fell on my face, narrowing as she caught sight of the angry red line left by Victoria’s silver blade. Instinctively, I tried to turn my face slightly, hoping to downplay the

wound. But Eleanor’s sharp eyes missed nothing.

“Ah, my brave girl,” she sighed, lifting a hand that trembled slightly. Despite her weakness, her fingers were steady as they traced the edge of the wound with a gentleness that only she could manage. “Even silver chains couldn’t destroy your spirit, could they?”

The soft touch of her hand against my scars made my wolf whimper. It wasn’t just the pain

but the bittersweet reminder that someone still cared enough to notice, to acknowledge the

battles I endured.

The warmth of her love was so at odds with Victoria’s cold blade, the same hands that had

once cradled me as a child now wielding the silver that seared my skin. The contrast made

my throat ache, but I swallowed hard to keep my composure.

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“I heard about Lucas’s mercenary attack on you,” Eleanor continued, her frail voice suddenly

cutting with anger. Her hands shook with restrained fury as she attempted to sit up straighter.

“Using ancient wolfsbane bindings against his own kin!”

“Grandmother, please.” I stepped closer, my voice soft, trying to ease her rising agitation. “Your

health-”

“My health?” she snapped, her golden eyes flaring with a strength that belied her condition.

Her wolf stirred, fierce and protective, pushing back against the frailty that weighed on her.

The sight of it, the way her spirit refused to yield even as her body weakened, brought tears dangerously close to the surface.

“My own grandson,” she spat the words like venom, “has become a disgrace to this pack. Dare

he use mercenaries against his sister, the one he once claimed to treasure above all others!”

Her sudden surge of anger shocked me. I had never heard her speak of Lucas with such

disdain before. The Eleanor I knew had always tempered her disappointment with hope for

redemption. But this–this was different.

“He’s still your grandson,” I reminded her gently, desperate to redirect the fire in her voice

before it wore her out completely. “Blood of your blood-”

“And you,” Eleanor interrupted sharply, her voice trembling but unyielding, “are my most

precious granddaughter. Blood has nothing to do with it, Little Moon. You are worth more to

me than the entire pack put together.”

Her declaration hit me harder than any argument I could muster. My wolf keened softly,

pressing against hers. Her unconditional love filled the aching void left behind by betrayal

after betrayal.

Eleanor’s wolf, fragile as it was, still managed to wrap around mine protectively, like a memory

of the warmth we once shared when I was a pup.

“The pack may demand you accept Marcus’s mate claim,” she said, her tone firm and unyielding. “But I want you to pursue what brings you peace. Regardless of their schemes or

threats, you owe them nothing–not your freedom, not your happiness.”

Every word hit like a soothing balm against wounds I hadn’t even realized were festering. But

the thought of outright rejecting Marcus’s claim filled me with dread, despite her

encouragement.

“The political consequences-”

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“Let them come,” she interrupted fiercely, cutting me off with a fire I hadn’t seen in her for years. “I’ve watched you suffer enough for the benefit of others. It ends now. They can suffer

the consequences of their greed and cruelty.”

Her passion, her protectiveness, stirred something deep within me. My wolf leaned into hers,

relishing the feeling of being wanted–not for usefulness or manipulation, but for who I truly

was.

For the next few days, my routine revolved around Eleanor’s care. Despite my own silver burns

still healing, I focused entirely on ensuring her comfort.

Nina was a constant presence, bringing moon–blessed herbs and salves from Dr. Pierce. Her

dedication was unwavering, and I found myself silently thanking the stars for her loyalty.

Under Dr. Pierce’s guidance, I learned how to change Eleanor’s bandages properly and

administer her healing herbs. It kept my hands busy and my mind focused, a welcome

distraction from the storm that lingered just outside these walls.

The pack servants, sensing the fragile peace of Eleanor’s chambers, carefully avoided any

mention of Lucas, Scarlett, or my former parents. It was a silence I was grateful for.

“You’ve got quite the touch,” Eleanor praised quietly one morning as I gently dressed her

wounds. “Better than any of the healers, I’d wager.”

I offered her a faint smile, though her compliment stirred something bittersweet inside me.

“I had plenty of practice in Moon Shadow Prison,” I replied without thinking. The words slipped

out before I could stop them.

Eleanor’s wolf whimpered softly, her eyes filling with sorrow.

“My precious girl,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “How I failed to protect you

then.”

“You never failed me,” I said quickly, reaching for her hand. “Your letters–they were everything. They’re what kept me sane.”

Her tears spilled over then, silent trails down her cheeks that devastated me more than any

words could have.

“While Victoria and James stood by, letting you endure that hell…” she whispered, her voice

breaking.

Before I could respond, there was a sharp knock at the door. Nina appeared before I could rise, her silver–gray wolf radiating quiet tension.

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