Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154

Iris’s POV

I pushed open the door to my apartment at Blue Harbor with my hip, juggling the shopping bag in one hand and my keys in the other. The familiar scent of my home–lavender candles and fresh coffee–welcomed me back. I dropped my purse onto the side table and placed the small gift–wrapped package

containing Ethan’s tie clip on the coffee table.

“Home at last, I murmured to myself, kicking off my heels and wiggling my toes against the plush carpet.

After making myself a cup of chamomile tea, I settled onto the couch with my laptop. The spring jewelry design competition at Crescent would start tomorrow, and Marcus had sent over the final participant list late this afternoon. I clicked open the email and scanned through the names, my body tensing

when I spotted one particular name at the top of the list.

Miles.

“Of course,” I whispered, my fingers tightening around my mug. “Just my luck.“”

I leaned back against the cushions, memories flooding back of my time at Polaris Studio. Miles had been the design director who’d made my life hell there- cocky, entitled, and worst of all, a man who couldn’t handle rejection. He’d pursued me relentlessly, his advances becoming increasingly aggressive until…

The scar on my wrist tingled with phantom pain. I absently rubbed the spot where faint silver lines remained–invisible to human eyes but a permanent

reminder to any werewolf of what had happened.

“So you’re competing now,” I muttered to the screen. “Looks like we’re heading for a confrontation after all.”

I closed the laptop and walked to the kitchen to prepare some honey milk to calm my nerves. As I stirred the warm liquid, I tried to imagine what tomorrow

would be like. What would Miles’s face look like when he saw me? Would he still have that smug smile? That predatory glint in his eyes?

“It doesn’t matter,” I told myself firmly. “I’m not the same person he knew. I’m not afraid of him anymore.”

I took my mug to the bedroom and gathered my materials for tomorrow’s presentation. My hands moved confidently as I organized everything–no

trembling, no hesitation. The injury that had once made it difficult to hold a pencil for more than fifteen minutes was completely healed now.

“Let him try something,” I whispered to my reflection in the bedroom mirror. “This time, I’m ready.”

My alarm chimed softly at six the next morning, and I was instantly awake. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stretched, feeling a strange mix of

anticipation and calm. Today wasn’t just another consulting day at Crescent–it was the day I’d face Miles again.

Standing before my closet, I deliberated carefully. This wasn’t a day for blending in. I selected a soft, powder–blue silk blouse that draped elegantly and

paired it with a fitted pencil skirt that hugged my curves. Professional but confident. I curled my hair into loose waves and applied light makeup, examining

my reflection critically.

‘Perfect, I decided, turning to check my profile. “Professional, competent, and completely recovered.”

I packed my portfolio and notes into my leather bag, double–checking that I had everything I needed. Before heading out, I paused at my kitchen counter to eat a light breakfast and review my speaking notes one last time.

The drive to Crescent Design was peaceful, morning sunlight filtering through the windshield as I mentally prepared myself. I wasn’t going to let Miles see

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10:40 am PM

Chapter 154

any weakness or hesitation. Not today, not evet again.

When I arrived at the office, I found an urgent meeting notification from Marcus Foster about the spring jewelry competition on my phone, I checked my

watch–still thirty minutes before the meeting was scheduled to begin.

Perfect timing for a coffee.

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