Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 133

Jealousy Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 133

I continued walking, planning to pass him without acknowledgment,

but he spotted me and his smirk widened.

“Well, if it isn’t Iris Stone,” he called out, loud enough for nearby

students to turn and look. “Heard you left Crescent Design. Couldn’t

hack it, huh?”

I kept walking, my jaw clenched tight.

“What happened?” he pressed, stepping into my path. “The great

Aurora got tired of playing intern? Or did Grey finally see through

your act?”

I stopped, meeting his gaze directly. My wolf growled inside me,

urging me to put this inferior male in his place.

“I suggest you move, Miles,” I said quietly. “I have nothing to say to

you.”

He leaned closer, dropping his voice to a whisper that only another

werewolf could hear. “Which Alpha are you fucking now? You acted so

high and mighty back then, but you’re just a bitch in heat looking for

the next powerful male to climb on, aren’t you?”

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My face remained expressionless, but inside I was seething. “You

really think being kicked out of Polaris is the end of your

punishment? How naive.”

His face paled slightly, the smirk faltering. “What are you talking

about?”

“Ethan Lowell sends his regards,” I said softly, watching the

realization dawn in his eyes.

Before he could respond, a young woman called out from behind him.

“Miles? Who’s that?”

I glanced over his shoulder at the human girl approaching us, her

expression wary as she looked between Miles and me. She slipped her

arm through his possessively, eyeing me with suspicion.

Poor girl. I studied her briefly, noting her expensive but tasteless

clothing and the hopeful gleam in her eyes. “I hope she’s just in it for

your money,” I thought grimly. “If you’ve marked her, she’s in for a life

of misery.”

I turned away, continuing toward the parking lot. “Not worth another

second of my time,” I muttered under my breath. “Pathetic excuse for

a werewolf.”

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Inside my car, I slammed the door harder than necessary, my hands

shaking with suppressed anger. “Disgusting,” I spat, starting the

engine. “Absolutely disgusting!”

The encounter with Miles had left me feeling unclean somehow. I

took several deep breaths, forcing myself to calm down. But another

thought occurred to me: what was Miles doing at my university?

I pulled out my phone and dialed. “Daniel? It’s Iris Stone. I need

information on Miles Peterson–where he’s working now, what he’s

involved in. He was just at my university.”

Daniel’s voice was professional and prompt. “I’ll look into it

immediately, Ms. Stone.”

By the time I reached my apartment in Blue Harbor, I’d regained my

composure. I moved through my living space, greeting my plants with

gentle touches and whispered words as I watered them. The familiar

routine helped settle my wolf, who was still agitated from the earlier

confrontation.

My phone chimed with an incoming email. “That was fast,” I

murmured, opening it to find Daniel’s report on Miles.

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I scanned the information, my eyes narrowing. “Eastern Design

Group? Not a bad company at all.” I leaned back against the kitchen counter, frowning. “These parasitic werewolves always seem to land

on their feet in the human world.”

I continued reading, scrolling through Miles’s recent activities, when

a particular entry caught my eye: “Participant, New Moon Design

Spring Competition.”

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