Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Iris’s POV

“I understand, Marcus. And thank you for believing in me.” I ended the call with my mentor, a smile lingering on my face as I set my

phone down on the coffee table.

Marcus Foster’s words echoed in my mind: “Your designs show a

freedom that wasn’t there before. It’s like you’ve broken through

some invisible barrier.” He was right. Without the constant pressure

to conform to Grey family aesthetics, my creativity had flourished in

ways I hadn’t expected.

I gently ran my fingers over the jewelry sketches spread across the

table. The designs felt truly mine–not something created to please Sebastien or impress Catherine. Each curve and line reflected my own

vision, my own taste. The sensation was intoxicating.

Sunlight streamed through my living room window, casting warm

patches across my designs. I looked outside, noticing how the light hit the flowers in my backyard garden at the perfect angle.

“I should work outside,” I murmured to myself. “The natural light

would be perfect for making the final adjustments.”

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Gathering my sketches and supplies, I headed toward the back door.

The small garden behind my Blue Harbor apartment had become my

sanctuary over the past weeks. I’d planted moon flowers along the

fence–delicate white blossoms that opened fully only under

moonlight, a small tribute to my wolf nature that I could enjoy even

in this human neighborhood.

“You’ve seen me through a lot,” I said softly to the flowers as I settled

into the wrought iron chair I’d positioned among them. “My first days

away from the Stone family… my first nights away from the Grey

mansion… you’re the witnesses to my new life.”

The privacy of my garden allowed me to work without worry. I’d

installed special scent–neutralizing devices around the perimeter-

expensive but worth it–ensuring no passing werewolf could detect

my presence or my pregnancy. Here, I could just be Iris, not a Stone,

not a Grey, not anyone’s political pawn.

I opened my sketchbook and began refining the details of my

competition entry. The central piece featured a pendant inspired by

moonlight reflecting off water–subtle curves of silver with tiny

diamonds creating the illusion of ripples. It was beautiful without

being ostentatious.

“Now that I’m not designing to Grey specifications, everything flows

so much more naturally,” I thought, adding a final embellishment to

the sketch. The freedom was exhilarating, like taking a full breath

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after years of shallow breathing.

I was so absorbed in my work that I almost missed the sound of

someone approaching my garden gate. My wolf senses instantly

heightened, alert to the potential threat. Looking up, I saw Jack

Lowell standing at the iron gate, holding a small paper bag. He

seemed hesitant, as if afraid to disturb me.

Jack Lowell–Ethan’s grandfather and founder of Polaris Studio–was

dressed in his usual impeccable style, though his posture showed his

age more than his tailored clothes could hide. His kind eyes crinkled

as he noticed me noticing him.

“You came all this way and didn’t even call first?” I set down my

pencil, genuinely touched by his visit. The older man had always been

kind to me, never treating me with the condescension many elder

-wolves showed to younger females.

I quickly made my way across the garden, the grass cool beneath my

bare feet. Jack Lowell’s scent reached me–cedar and old books, with

the faintest hint of medication that spoke of his heart condition.

“I didn’t want to interrupt your work,” he replied with a gentle smile

as I unlocked the gate. “You looked so focused.”

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