Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Sebastien’s POV

“This woman never fails to surprise me, I thought, maintaining my cold expression as I swept my gaze across the shocked faces around the conference table.

Aurora. Fucking Aurora. The design genius who’d been eluding the industry for years was standing right in front of me, wearing my wife’s face.

“Daniel,” I said sharply, not even bothering to look at him. “With me.”

I didn’t wait for a response. Didn’t need to. I turned and strode from the room, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. My blood was boiling

beneath my carefully controlled exterior. The shocked murmurs faded behind me as I headed down the corridor toward my office.

Aurora. So this was the card she’d been keeping up her sleeve all this time.

I pushed open the heavy door to my office with more force than necessary, the wood slamming against the wall. Daniel followed silently, his scent spiking

with anxiety. Good. Everyone should be on edge right now.

Aurora… I muttered under my breath, pacing the length of my office. “So that’s her secret.”

That self–assured confidence she’d displayed in the conference room–it hadn’t appeared overnight. That kind of presence, that unwavering certainty in her

own worth–it was the mark of someone who knew exactly who they were and what they could do.

I stopped abruptly by the window, staring out at the city skyline without really seeing it.

“What else is she hiding from me?” The thought gnawed at me. All this time, I’d thought I understood what I was dealing with when it came to Iris Stone. A

talented designer, yes. The daughter of a failing pack, absolutely. But Aurora? One of the most sought–after jewelry designers in the industry?

That changed everything.

I spun around and pointed at the chair across from my desk. “Daniel, sit down. I want you to find every piece of information on Aurora. Everything. I want

to know when she started using that name, what she’s designed, who she’s worked with–all of it.”

Daniel immediately got to work, fingers flying across the keyboard. I couldn’t sit still, my wolf restless beneath my skin. I paced behind him, watching as he

pulled up file after file on Aurora’s work.

‘Sir, Daniel said after several minutes, his voice tight. “There’s something you should see.

I leaned over his shoulder, scanning the screen. A profile of Aurora showed her first collaboration with Polaris Studio when she was just ten years old. Ten. That was years before the Stone pack started to decline.

‘What the fuck?” I muttered, looking closer at the image,

There was a photograph from some industry event, showing a small girl standing next to David Stone–Iris’s father. The girl’s face was partially obscured, but her entire demeanor was alien to me. The confidence in her posture, the way she stood next to her father–it was a world away from the quiet intern 1 thought I knew

‘She’s been Aurora since she was a child,” I said, more to myself than Daniel. The magnitude of this revelation was sinking in. She hadn’t just created this persona recently–this was a part of her identity that predated everything I thought I knew about her.

Daniel scrolled down further, and a headline caught my eye: “Aurora’s Departure from Polaris Studio: The Untold Story.”

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“Stop, I ordered. ‘Open that article.”

As Daniel clicked on the link, I read over his shoulder, my eyes narrowing as I processed the information. The article detailed a falling out between Aurora

and Polaris Studio’s design director, Miles.

“Myers,‘ I said, the name clicking into place in my memory. “Isn’t that the designer who was expelled from the Lowell pack a few months ago?”

Daniel nodded. ‘Yes, sir. There were rumors of inappropriate behavior, but nothing was ever proven publicly.”

1 straightened, my mind racing. “Get someone on this. Use pack channels. I want to know exactly what happened between Iris–Aurora–and Myers. If she

was forced to leave Polaris, there’s more to this story.”

Daniel quickly jotted down notes and then rose to leave. ‘I’ll handle it personally, sir.”

When the door closed behind him, I sank into my chair, fingers drumming against the polished surface of my desk. My eyes drifted to the window, where I

could just make out the edge of the forest beyond the city limits.

Aurora. The reclusive design genius who’d never appeared in public. The mysterious creator whose work commanded top dollar and critical acclaim. And she

was Iris Stone–my wife. The woman I’d kept at arm’s length for two years. The intern I’d barely acknowledged.

I’d never truly known her at all.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to find notifications flooding in from the company chat. Word was spreading fast. The messages scrolled by

rapidly:

“OMG did you hear? Iris Stone is AURORA!”

“No way, that quiet intern?”

“I just saw her portfolio–it’s definitely the same style!”

“How did we miss this?”

“Grey must be furious that she kept this from him…”

I tossed the phone onto my desk, not wanting to read more. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, confused and agitated. Was this why she’d come to work at

Crescent Design in the first place? What was her real agenda?

I thought back to every interaction we’d had at the office. Her meticulous work, The way she’d kept to herself, The designs I’d glanced at but never truly

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