Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“Drink this,” I said, handing him the cup. “It will counteract the drug.”

Noah’s hands were shaking so badly he could barely hold the cup. His

eyes were nearly black now, pupils completely dilated, and his breathing came in short, sharp pants. I realized with a sinking feeling

that he was too far gone to help himself.

“I need to help him drink it,” I thought, steeling myself for what I

knew would be an intimate, charged moment.

Carefully, I sat beside him on the bed and took the cup from his trembling hands. I placed my other hand against his back to steady him, feeling the heat of his fever–warm skin through the damp fabric.

“Lean on me,” I instructed, trying to keep my voice professional and

detached.

Noah turned to me, his expression almost pained. “Iris,” he whispered, my name sounding like a prayer on his lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

My heart ached for him. This wasn’t fair – having his true feelings forced out by a drug, his dignity stripped away. “I know,” I said softly.

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“But not like this. Never like this.”

I lifted the cup to his lips, supporting his head as he drank. He managed a few sips before coughing, but I persisted, making sure he took more. His body was trembling against mine, his control slipping

with each passing second.

“Just a little more,” I encouraged, tilting the cup again.

A mocking laugh from the doorway made me freeze. The cup nearly slipped from my fingers as I looked up to see Sebastien Grey leaning against the doorframe, his expression cold and contemptuous.

“How touching,” he drawled, his eyes taking in the scene before him – Noah half–conscious in my arms, both of us on the bed, my hand cradling his head. “I see you’ve found comfort quickly after our

divorce, Iris.”

My mind raced. What was he doing here? Who had told him I was here? I carefully lowered Noah to lie on the bed, making sure he was stable before standing to face Sebastien.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I said, immediately hating how cliché

those words sounded.

Sebastien’s laugh was harsh, devoid of humor. “It rarely is with you,

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isn’t it?” His eyes flickered to Noah’s prone form, then back to me.

“Barely divorced and already finding a new wolf mate. Efficient.”

I felt a flash of anger cut through my shock. “If you’re here to throw

accusations, save your breath,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “I

don’t owe you explanations anymore.”

I heard a crash from downstairs – the sound of breaking glass. Kim

must have realized her plan had gone sideways. I couldn’t help the

small, satisfied smile that crossed my lips.

“Something amusing?” Sebastien asked, his voice dangerously soft.

“Just thinking that Kim probably didn’t expect you to show up and

ruin her little scheme,” I replied, meeting his gaze head–on. “She

must be having a meltdown right now.”

Sebastien’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his

eyes – curiosity, perhaps. I turned away from him to check on Noah,

who was breathing more evenly now. The antidote was starting to

work.

“Since everyone seems to be here,” I said, straightening my clothes

and squaring my shoulders, “why don’t we go downstairs and finish

this farce once and for all?”

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