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

led jacket and dangerrest man rieng ide o How dare they speak about her like that? How dare they disrves what happens in our

When thinking. I grabbed the waiting boten plass med barled it at the private room’s door. The sound of shattering glass silenced the

all be i dord, ond a dipyang from my hard, and walked toward the now quiet too.

Tpustart open the door to find five wolves frozen in place, drinks halfway to their mouths, eyes wide with fear. The smell of their terror was

ich the wly as they recogni

Alpha Grey,‘ one of them stammered. “We didn’t

I grabbed him by the collar, lifting him partially off his chair. “Your mouth seems to be running like a bitch in heat. Didn’t I teach you some

respect last time?

My fist connected with his jaw before he could answer. The satisfying crunch and the pain shooting through my knuckles felt like relief–a release for the tension that had been building inside me for days. For two years,

I worked my way through each wolf who had spoken about Iris, methodically and thoroughly. Nobody tried to stop me. Nobody dared.

Finally, I turned to the female wolf cowering in the corner booth–the one who’d made the comment about our bedroom. She was trembling, tears streaking her makeup.

I crouched down to her level, savoring the fear in her eyes, “You want my mark so badly?” I picked up a shard of glass from the floor and tilted her chin up with it. “Some wolves don’t understand that certain things are off–limits.”

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