Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Iris’s POV

I arrived at the city hall twenty minutes early, standing outside the

imposing stone building with my hands tucked into my coat pockets.

The morning air felt crisp and clean, carrying the faint scent of coffee

from a nearby cafe. For the first time in weeks, I felt almost light-

headed with anticipation. Freedom was just one signature away.

Finally. After all this time, I can end this fake werewolf marriage and

start over.

I checked my phone again, scrolling back to the brief conversation

Sebastien and I had yesterday. His cold agreement to meet me here

had surprised me. After weeks of evasion and games, he’d simply said

“fine” when I suggested finalizing our divorce today.

“Easier than I expected,” I murmured to myself, watching a young

couple walk hand–in–hand up the city hall steps. “Maybe he’s finally

tired of the charade too.”

My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, clearly not sharing my

enthusiasm about severing our bond.

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The sound of tires on pavement drew my attention to the street.

Sebastien’s black SUV pulled up to the curb with military precision.

My heart did an unwelcome little jump at the sight of it, which

annoyed me immensely. Weeks pregnant apparently meant my

hormones were completely unreliable.

I watched him exit the vehicle, his movements fluid and controlled.

He wore a charcoal gray suit that probably cost more than my entire

wardrobe, his face set in that impassive mask I’d grown to hate. No

sign of the erratic behavior he’d displayed the last time we were

supposed to sign papers.

God, he’s infuriating even when he’s just standing there.

I didn’t wait for him to approach me. Instead, I turned and walked

straight into the building, hearing his measured footsteps following

behind. I refused to look back at him. This was the end of our story,

and I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing any emotion

on my face.

The interior of the city hall was cooler than outside, the marble floors

gleaming under fluorescent lights. I headed directly to the werewolf

affairs section, hidden behind an unassuming door marked “Special

Records.” The human receptionist at the main desk didn’t even glance

our way–she’d been compelled long ago not to notice werewolves

coming and going.

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“I know the way,” I said over my shoulder, not caring if Sebastien was

listening. “I’ve been here before, remember? When you suddenly

changed your mind.”

He didn’t respond, which irritated me even more.

The special records section looked exactly the same as last time.

Werewolf receptionists with keen senses that could detect lies,

soundproof walls, and ancient werewolf symbols carved subtly into

the wooden trim. I recognized the same middle–aged female werewolf

at the desk, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of us.

“Hello again,” I said, my voice firm and clear. “We’re here to dissolve

our werewolf mating bond.”

I felt a small spark of satisfaction at saying the words so directly. No

hesitation, no room for misunderstanding. The receptionist’s eyes

flicked from me to Sebastien, clearly remembering our previous visit’s

disastrous outcome.

“I see,” she said carefully. “And you’re both… in agreement this time?”

“Yes,” I answered immediately, then held my breath, half–expecting

Sebastien to contradict me again.

To my surprise, he nodded curtly. “Yes. Let’s get this over with.”

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Something about his easy agreement made my wolf senses prickle

with suspicion. This was the same man who had been playing mind

games for weeks, who had abruptly abandoned our last attempt to

finalize the divorce. Why the sudden change?

The receptionist looked uncertain for a moment, then led us to a

small room with a heavy wooden table. She brought out a special

parchment document–werewolves were annoyingly traditional about

important records–and placed it before us.

“This will officially dissolve your mating bond,” she explained. “Both

parties must sign willingly. There’s a 24–hour processing period, after

which the dissolution becomes final.”

I picked up the pen, ready to sign immediately, but paused when I saw

Sebastien already writing his name in smooth, confident strokes. His

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