Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 197

Summary for My In 197: Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail

My In 197 – A Turning Point in Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail by Free Collection

In this chapter of Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail, Free Collection introduces major changes to the story. My In 197 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Alpha genre.

Chapter 197: A Bloody Standoff (Celeste’s POV)

Chapter 197: A Bloody Standoff (Celeste’s POV)

The wooden chair shattered against the beta wolf’s skull with a sickening c***k. Blood pooled

beneath him as he lay motionless on the restaurant floor.

Matthew stood over him, chest heaving, his server’s uniform now splattered with blood. His silver–gray eyes burned with fury as he surveyed the crowd.

Not one of the wealthy wolves moved to help their fallen comrade. They all stood frozen, their

earlier mockery replaced by naked fear.

I glanced up to the private room. Lucas and Alexander watched from above, their faces

unreadable, making no move to intervene.

“Anyone else?” Matthew challenged, his voice a dangerous growl.

Most wolves looked away, but Eric Reynolds stepped forward, his face twisted with anger.

“You dare threaten me?” he snarled. “Do you know who I am?”

“I don’t care if you’re the Alpha King himself,” Matthew replied coldly.

Eric’s finger shook as he pointed at Matthew. “My father is the Beta of the Northern Territory.

One word from me, and you’ll rot in Moon Shadow Prison forever!”

My stomach clenched at the mention of that silver hell. My scars seemed to burn with renewed pain. Four years of silver chains and isolation flashed through my mind.

Matthew didn’t flinch. “If the price for ending your pathetic existence is a lifetime in Moon

Shadow Prison, I’ll gladly pay it.”

His voice carried deadly sincerity. This wasn’t an empty threat. I felt a strange warmth bloom in my chest

– no one had ever been willing to sacrifice so much to defend my honor.

(Matthew’s POV)

I advanced toward Eric, my wolf surging beneath my skin. The taste of violence was bitter in

my mouth, but the need to protect Celeste overwhelmed everything else.

Satisfaction coursed through me as he stumbled backward, tripping over a chair leg and falling ungracefully to the floor.

“S–stay back!” he stammered, all his earlier bravado gone. His eyes were wide with fear as he scrambled backward like prey.

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I swept my gaze across the remaining wolves, letting my wolf’s aura expand aggressively. Several immediately edged toward the exit, soon breaking into open flight.

But not everyone left. The most arrogant wolves–those protected by powerful connections- remained, watching the scene unfold with morbid fascination.

Jason Moore, the Alpha King’s advisor’s grandson, calmly cut into his steak as if nothing had happened. His nonchalance was calculated to provoke.

“You might want to get that beta some medical attention,” he remarked without looking up. “The pack council tends to frown upon unprovoked attacks.”

I glanced at the bleeding wolf. If he died, there would be serious consequences for both me and possibly Celeste. My rage began to cool, replaced by the harsh reality of what I’d done.

Years of building my reputation, potentially destroyed in one moment of rage. Alexander would be furious. The Alpha King might demand punishment.

“Matthew,” Celeste’s voice broke through my thoughts. “We should get him to Dr. Pierce before things get worse.”

She was right. I nodded and moved toward the unconscious beta. The smell of blood filled my

nostrils, reminding me how quickly things had escalated.

(Celeste’s POV)

Relief washed over me as Matthew approached the fallen wolf. His earlier rage had been

terrifying–and strangely touching. No one had ever defended me like that before.

As Matthew bent to lift the wolf, I noticed movement behind him. Jason Moore had risen

silently, gripping a wooden chair with murderous intent. His eyes gleamed with malice.

“Matthew, behind you!” I shouted, my heart leaping into my throat.

Matthew spun at my warning, partially deflecting the blow. The chair struck his shoulder

instead of his head, but the impact still made him stagger.

“Pathetic,” Jason sneered, tossing aside the chair. “Getting emotional over a silver–scarred

she–wolf? Your position as Alexander’s second doesn’t give you the right to threaten your

betters.”

The contempt in his voice was familiar – I’d heard it throughout my imprisonment. The wealthy always believed themselves untouchable, above consequences.

Matthew straightened, his eyes cold. “Only a coward attacks from behind. What’s your

excuse?”

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“You threatened me,” Jason shrugged, his casual tone masking the fury in his eyes.

“I threatened anyone who insulted Celeste,” Matthew corrected, moving to stand between

Jason and me.

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“Same thing.” Jason smirked, glancing my way. “What else would you call acknowledging the

truth about a disgraced, silver–scarred prison wolf?”

My wolf bristled beneath my skin, but I kept my face expressionless. I’d endured far worse in

Moon Shadow Prison. Four years of torture had taught me to hide my reactions.

“Apologize to her. Now, Matthew demanded, stepping toward Jason. His wolf surged beneath

his skin, making his muscles ripple with barely contained aggression.

Jason’s smirk widened as he snapped his fingers. Three wolves appeared beside him, silver daggers gleaming in their hands. The weapons caught the light, sending chills down my

spine.

“You forget yourself, Sterling,” one said. “You’re just Alexander’s dog. Without him here, what

can you do against all of us?”

Fear gripped my heart. Four against one, and they were armed with silver. Even a wolf as

strong as Matthew couldn’t win those odds.

(Matthew’s POV)

Four against one. Silver weapons against my bare hands. Bad odds, but my wolf didn’t care.

All it saw were threats to Celeste.

“Celeste, move aside,” I said quietly, eyes fixed on Jason and his friends. My warrior instincts

took over, calculating distances and angles for attack.

“Matthew, don’t-” she began, voice tight with worry. I could smell her fear – not for herself, but

for me.

“It’s alright,” I assured her. “This isn’t my first uneven fight.” Years of training under Alexander had prepared me for exactly this type of situation.

“Be careful,” she whispered as she stepped back. The concern in her violet eyes sent a surge

of warmth through me.

Despite everything, I felt a slight smile form. Even facing these odds, knowing she cared made

my wolf howl with determination.

I shifted into a defensive stance as Jason’s cronies moved first. The first lunged with his silver

dagger, aiming for my ribs. I sidestepped easily, grabbing his wrist and sending him crashing

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into a table. The sound of breaking glass echoed through the restaurant.

The second and third attacked simultaneously, thinking to overwhelm me. Their silver daggers glinted as they slashed through the air.

They were wrong.

These privileged wolves had weapons but no real fighting experience. Their movements were predictable, their attacks uncoordinated. They’d never had to fight for their lives.

I ducked under the second attacker’s wild swing, driving my fist into his solar plexus. He doubled over, gasping. The third came at me from the side. I caught his arm, twisting until he

dropped the dagger with a howl of pain.

Within moments, all three lay groaning on the floor. I turned to Jason, their silver daggers now

in my possession. The metal felt cold and wrong in my hands.

“Your turn,” I said quietly. My heart hammered in my chest, not from exertion but from the rage

still burning inside me.

Jason’s confident expression faltered. He stepped back, reassessing his chances. Without his

friends to hide behind, he was nothing.

“This isn’t over,” he warned, his voice noticeably less steady. His eyes darted to the exit,

calculating his escape route.

I glanced back at Celeste, feeling unexpectedly shy at having her witness my fighting skills.

The respect in her violet eyes made my wolf surge with pride. For the first time since I’d met

her, she was looking at me not as Alexander’s second, but as a warrior in my own right.

(Alexander’s POV)

From the balcony, I watched Matthew dispatch Jason’s lackeys with impressive efficiency.

Part of me wanted to intervene, but another part felt satisfaction seeing him defend Celeste’s

honor.

He fought well – I’d trained him myself. Each movement was precise, economical, effective. Despite being outnumbered, he controlled the fight from the beginning.

Movement at the edge of the scene caught my attention. Eric Reynolds was slowly rising, his eyes fixed on Celeste with pure hatred. The same hatred he’d harbored for her since childhood, when she had humiliated him in front of other pack children.

My wolf stirred as I watched him grab a heavy chair and creep behind Celeste while she focused on Matthew. His intention was clear – revenge.

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I vaulted over the balcony without hesitation, my white wolf surging with protective fury. The two–story drop meant nothing compared to the danger Celeste faced.

But I wasn’t fast enough.

Eric raised the chair high above his head, his face twisted with malice. At the last moment, Matthew spotted the movement from the corner of his eye.

“Celeste!” he shouted, lunging toward her with incredible speed.

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Matthew shoved Celeste aside, positioning himself to take the blow meant for her. The chair connected with sickening force, shattering against his head. The sound of impact made my

stomach turn.

Despite the blow, Matthew managed one final kick that sent Eric flying across the room before collapsing. Blood immediately began streaming down his face, pooling beneath him alarmingly fast.

“Matthew!” Celeste’s agonized cry cut through the restaurant as she scrambled to his side. Her hands hovered over him, trembling violently. “Matthew, please!”

Her silver–scarred wolf whined with distress, her earlier composure completely shattered. The sight of Matthew’s blood seemed to terrify her more than any threat to her own safety.

I pushed past her to examine my second–in–command. The head wound was severe, bleeding freely. His pulse was rapid but weak.

Without hesitation, I lifted Matthew’s limp form. “I’m taking him to Dr. Pierce.”

“I’m coming with you,” Celeste insisted, her eyes wide with fear. Blood – Matthew’s blood

stained her neck and dress.

“No,” I said firmly, already moving toward the exit. “Stay here.” There was no time to argue. Every second counted.

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I didn’t wait for her response. Each moment could mean the difference between life and death

for Matthew.

As I carried him out, I glimpsed Celeste’s face. She stood frozen, Matthew’s blood staining her neck, her expression one of absolute terror. The sight shook me – I’d never seen her look so

vulnerable, not even during her trial four years ago.

Lucas finally approached her, placing an awkward hand on her shoulder. “He’ll be alright,” I heard him say uncertainly.

Celeste turned to him, her eyes hard as ice. “You orchestrated this,” she accused. “You knew

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exactly what would happen when you invited these wolves.”

Before Lucas could respond, the restaurant doors burst open. A young omega wolf rushed inside, face pale with panic.

“Alpha Heir Lucas!” he gasped. “Miss Scarlett has taken by rogue wolves!”