Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147

Megan’s POV

I clutched the premium lunch container in my hands, feeling the warmth seep through my fingers. Inside was Sebastien’s favorite venison steak, perfectly

seasoned and cooked just the way he liked it. Medium rare, with that hint of rosemary he’d mentioned during our last full moon hunt together.

“He’ll love this, I thought, smiling to myself as I strode across the gleaming lobby of Crescent Design. “A little reminder of what we used to share.”

But as I approached the reception desk, I caught snippets of conversation between the two front desk girls. One of them giggled, leaning in conspiratorially.

…and then Stone just walked in like she owned the place! Completely different from that shy intern who used to skulk around here.”

My steps faltered. Iris Stone? Back at Crescent Design? My wolf stirred inside me, hackles rising.

The other receptionist snorted. “Her tail’s probably wagging so hard it’ll fall off. But seriously, if she really had that kind of talent and position, wouldn’t

everyone have known on her first day? How does someone like Stone keep that secret for so long?”

I felt my heart rate spike, my fingers tightening around the lunch container until my knuckles went white. Iris Stone was back? Since when? And why hadn’t

Sebastien told me?

My nostrils flared as I took a deep breath, trying to catch any trace of her scent. There it was–faint but unmistakable. That light, almost floral smell that

always seemed to cling to her. My wolf snarled internally, recognizing the scent of a rival female.

“That bitch, I thought, gritting my teeth. “I was barely out the door before she crawled her way back in.”

The timing couldn’t be coincidental. I’d been forced to resign as Creative Director just days ago, after that humiliating scandal at the design competition.

And now she was back? No way that was accident.

I marched over to the reception desk, my smile tight and forced.

Ladies,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended, “enjoying some gossip during work hours?”

Both women jumped, their eyes widening as they recognized me.

“Oh! Claire, we were just-

“Save it, I snapped, setting the lunch container down on the counter with a thud. “You know, Mr. Grey absolutely hates office gossip. He thinks it’s…

unprofessional. I leaned in closer, lowering my voice. “And if he heard you talking about Iris that way, you might find yourselves disappearing from Moon

Bay altogether.”

The implied threat wasn’t subtle. Everyone in the werewolf community knew what happened to those who crossed an Alpha family.

The first receptionist paled slightly but I caught the flash of contempt in her eyes before she lowered them. “Of course. We apologize.”

I picked up my container again, straightening my designer blazer. “I’m here to see Sebastien–Mr. Grey.” I corrected myself quickly, hating how desperate that

slip made me sound.

The receptionists exchanged a quick glance that made my blood boil.

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Chapter 147

“I’ll just go up,” I said, moving toward the elevators. I didn’t need their permission. I’d practically lived in this building until a week ago. Sebastien would be happy to see me–especially with his favorite lunch.

But before I could reach the elevator bank, a burly security guard stepped in my path.

“Excuse me,” he said, his voice professionally polite but firm. “Do you have an appointment today?”

I stared at him in disbelief. An appointment? I’ve never needed an appointment before.”

I’m sorry, but there’s been a new security protocol implemented. All visitors need to be pre–approved now.”

My cheeks burned with humiliation. Visitors? I wasn’t some random person off the street. I was Megan Claire, Sebastien’s… former Creative Director. Former girlfriend. Former everything, apparently.

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