Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 14

sebastion’s Pov

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sat at the har, mursing my third whiskey of the night. The flashing lights of Moonshade Bar played across the polished surface, reflecting my

scowl back at me. The music thumped too loudly, the crowd moved too wildly, and the alcohol wasn’t doing its job of numbing the restlessness

crawling under my skin.

Damn it. Why couldn’t I shake this feeling?

I felt the stares before I saw them–wolves trying to be subtle as they glanded my way, whispering behind their hands. Everyone wanted to

know what was happening between me and Iris Stone. The entire wolf community was buzzing with rumors, theories, and bullshit speculation.

1 shot a cold glare at a group of younger wolves who were being particularly obvious, and they immediately looked away. At least some people

still remembered their place.

My mind drifted back to the conversation with Iris. Her request for me to go to the Stones was absurd. But I couldn’t help but notice the scent

of her–honey and jasmine with that underlying note which was uniquely hers.

“Sebastien? Bad night?”

I looked up to see Ryan, one of the younger wolves I’d reprimanded last week for disrespecting an elder at a council meeting. Apparently, he

hadn’t learned his lesson.

“What do you want?” I asked, not bothering to hide my irritation.

“Thought you might want some company. Maybe a drink or two to lighten the mood?”

hind me

I was about to tell him to fuck off when I heard it–laughter from one of the private rooms behind me, followed by a female voice that cut

through the noise of the bar.

“Iris Stone is nothing but a bloodline–less bitch, right? She manipulated Sebastien into that marriage and drove away the woman he actually

loves.”

My grip tightened around my glass. The temperature in the bar seemed to drop several degrees as every wolf present sensed the sudden shift in my mood. The bitter scent of my anger filled the air.

Ryan backed away slowly, his eyes wide. Smart move.

“I saw the wolf chat group today,” another voice continued from the room. Everyone was tearing her apart, and she didn’t even try to defend

herself.”

“Of course not. What could she say? Only Noah Phillips stood up for her. The rest of us know what she really is.”

Noah. That name sent a fresh wave of anger through me. What right did that ordinary wolf have to defend my–to defend Iris?

“If I were her,” a female voice added with a high–pitched laugh, “I’d be pretty pleased with myself. She’s got Sebastien Grey in her bed. Who cares about reputation when you’ve got that?”

The glass shattered in my hand before I realized I’d squeezed it that hard. Blood and whiskey dripped between my fingers, but

barely noticed

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10 Wed,FMIT CLAD

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