Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail novel Chapter 99

Summary for Chapter 99: Alpha's Regret After Putting Me In Jail

Chapter 99 – 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. Chapter 99 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Alpha genre.

Chapter 99: Show such caution

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Chapter 99: Show such caution

Chapter 99: Show such caution

(Celeste’s POV)

“Alexander used Eleanor’s health to force me to wear this pendant,” I began carefully, my voice steady but soft, every word chosen to avoid adding fuel to the fire.

I focused on keeping my tone neutral as Marcus’s violet eyes bore into me. His expression

was deceptively calm, but his wolf’s possessiveness wrapped around me like a tightening

chain.

His lips curled slowly into a smile, but there was no warmth behind it. The gentleness in his

demeanor felt off–calculating.

“How… interesting,” Marcus murmured, his tone light but laced with hidden malice.

There was a chill in the corridor, whether from the moonstone walls or his presence, I couldn’t

decipher.

“And you believe returning it will end his interference?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly,

his violet gaze never leaving mine.

I nodded stiffly, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. The silver scars on my wrist

throbbed faintly, but I disguised my discomfort well.

“The pendant means nothing,” I said evenly. “I’ll return it immediately. There’s no reason for

him to interfere further.”

His smile grew wider, revealing the faint traces of cruelty lurking beneath his flawless exterior.

His wolf’s energy grew heavier, suffocating the space around us and pressing against the

edges of my own aura.

“Will you now?” Marcus mused, his tone darker this time, the casual edge sharpening into

something more sinister.

His violet eyes gleamed as his wolf seemed to ripple beneath the surface. Shadows flickered

subtly around him, making my scarred wolf bristle cautiously.

“And you truly believe he’ll release his claim so easily?” he asked, each word deliberate.

My heart skipped a beat at the implication. Marcus’s stare turned piercing, as if searching for some weak point in my resolve.

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“There is no claim,” I replied firmly, though I couldn’t hide the faint tremor in my voice.

“Alexander is engaged to Scarlett.”

His laugh came suddenly, short and cold, echoing through the empty corridor. The sound made my wolf recoil instinctively.

“Oh, precious,” he said softly, mocking amusement coloring his tone. His smile was as sharp

as a blade.

“You’re either naive,” he continued, taking a deliberate step forward, “or deliberately obtuse.”

I resisted the urge to retreat, holding my ground as his words sliced through the fragile silence

between us.

His royal wolf surged forward slightly, its dominating aura brushing against mine, and my pulse quickened in response.

Marcus’s fingers twitched at his side as if restraining the urge to reach for me again. “Let me

simplify this for you,” he began, his voice low and deceptively calm.

“Would a wolf truly invested in his engagement,” he said pointedly, his violet eyes narrowing

with a predatory glint, “use such… underhanded tactics to force proximity?”

The insinuation hit its mark, and I felt the weight of his accusation settling heavily around me.

My breath hitched for a moment as doubt crept into my mind.

Alexander’s moon pendant suddenly felt heavier against my chest, its faint pulse of warmth

now unsettling instead of comforting.

“I thought Alexander’s warrior honor would prevent-” I started, my voice faltering when Marcus

cut me off sharply.

“Honor?” he repeated with a dark chuckle, his tone dripping with disdain.

His violet gaze locked onto mine, holding me captive as he stepped even closer, his proximity filling the corridor with his overwhelming presence.

“The same honor,” Marcus said slowly, his words deliberately cruel, “that let him stand silent

while you rotted in Moon Shadow Prison for four years?”

The mention of the prison ripped through me like a blade. My silver scars burned with

phantom pain as the memories clawed their way back into my mind.

Marcus’s lips twitched upward, his expression triumphant as he noticed the flicker of pain

crossing my face.

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“Thought so,” he drawled mockingly, straightening to his full height. His wolf’s dominance

swirled around me, pressing down as if to emphasize its superior position.

“You give him far too much credit,” Marcus added, his voice soft but cutting.

I clenched my hands tighter, forcing the emotions surging inside me to stay buried.

“Perhaps,” he mused, tapping his fingers lightly against the moonstone wall, “we should

discuss this somewhere more private.”

The casual suggestion set off alarm bells in my mind. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing his shifting intentions.

Marcus’s violet eyes gleamed as they locked onto mine, and his lips stretched into what could

only be described as a wicked smile.

“The Northern hunting grounds,” he said smoothly, his tone almost conversational. “They’re

quite lovely this time of year.”

The breath caught in my throat as Diana’s cryptic warning echoed in my mind. My scarred

wolf tensed, keenly aware of the implications behind his words.

Marcus tilted his head slightly, feigning concern as he studied my expression, his wolf’s

energy brushing against mine with an almost mocking curiosity.

“You seem nervous,” Marcus remarked, his voice impossibly gentle yet laced with malice. “Is

something wrong?”

I forced my expression into carefully constructed neutrality, meeting his gaze evenly despite

the storm raging in my chest.

“The hunting grounds?” I repeated carefully, my voice steady but questioning. “That’s quite far

from the pack house.”

Marcus took another step closer, the predatory gleam in his violet eyes intensifying. His wolf radiated a false warmth, its aura curling around mine like a baited trap.

“Worried about the distance?” he asked, his tone light yet loaded with implication. He paused for effect, letting the air between us grow heavier.

“Or perhaps… something else?” he added, his voice dropping just enough to make the words

all the more sinister.

The suggestion hung between us, unspoken but clear. Marcus was testing me, probing for weakness.

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“If you prefer,” he said suddenly, his tone shifting to one of mock magnanimity, as though

offering a compromise out of pity, “we could visit the Silver Creek tavern instead.”

He made it sound as if he were being generous, though I could sense the strategic intent behind the suggestion.

A more public location would make refusal appear unreasonable, trapping me into

compliance.

Despite the tension in the air, I managed a small nod of agreement. “The tavern would be more appropriate,” I said evenly, keeping my tone polite yet distant.

Marcus’s violet eyes flashed with triumph, the corner of his lips curling upward in satisfaction.

Without another word, he signaled to his royal guards, who emerged from the shadows

instantly, their wolves poised and ready.

As we began walking toward Silver Creek, I maintained deliberate distance between us,

though it was a struggle against Marcus’s repeated attempts to close the gap.

His towering frame seemed to loom closer with each step, his presence more suffocating

than any conversation we’d had before.

“So rigid, precious,” Marcus remarked mockingly, his voice slicing through the tense silence.

“One might think you fear my touch.” The words carried a faint edge of amusement, designed

to provoke.

I remained silent, carefully avoiding any reaction that might give him further satisfaction.

Through our fading pack bonds, I sensed his growing irritation at my continued defensiveness.

It simmered just beneath the surface, waiting to lash out.

After a moment, Marcus’s tone shifted, dropping into something slower and more pointed.

“Tell me,” he said slyly, his gaze sliding toward me with calculated intent, “did you show such

caution around Alexander’s white wolf?”

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The question struck like a lash. My scarred wolf curled inward defensively, retreating further from the suffocating weight of his dominance.