Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Sebestien’s POV

I’d just wrapped up another urgent design project, the fifth one this month. My shoulders ached from hunching over the drafts for six straight house. Stretching, I grabbed my phone to check emails before heading out to lunch. The screen lit up with a flurry of notifications, mostly mundane business

matters.

Then something caught my eye–a notification from the werewolf community chat group. Someone had mentioned Iris Stone’s name.

My finger froze over the screen. I shouldn’t care. I really shouldn’t. But before my brain could stop my thumb, I was already clicking on the notification.

“Holy shit,” I muttered, staring at the images flooding the group chat.

There she was–Iris–standing far too close to Ethan Lowell at what looked like some kind of outdoor event. Her delicate hands were adjusting his tie, her fingers lingering on the silver clip I recognized from somewhere. The one I’d seen her buying at the mall. For him.

My jaw clenched involuntarily.

“Isn’t that Stone girl getting around?” someone had commented. “Wasn’t she just with Noah Phillips last week? Now she’s cozying up to the Lowell packs

Alpha heir?”

I scrolled through more comments, each one making my blood pressure rise a notch higher.

“Girl’s living her best life after leaving Grey, huh?”

The phone creaked in my grip. When did she start hanging out with Lowell? The guy who’d been trying to poach her talent since day one? My mind flashed back to our shopping mall encounter–Iris standing at the counter, buying that fucking silver tie clip, the same one she was now fixing on Ethan’s collar

“What the hell is she playing at?‘ I growled, pushing back from my desk so forcefully that my chair slammed against the wall.

Without thinking, I typed into the chat: “Location.”

The chat immediately fell silent. Three dots appeared as someone typed, then disappeared, then appeared again. Everyone knew better than to ignore a direct question from me.

Finally, Blake responded: ‘North Forest hunting grounds. Full moon hunt competition today.”

A hunt competition? Since when did Iris attend pack hunts? And with the Lowell pack, no less?

I grabbed my jacket and stormed out of the office, not bothering to explain to my assistant where I was going. The elevator was too slow, so I took the stairs, two at a time.

Behind the wheel of my car, I drove well above the speed limit, my thoughts racing even faster than the speedometer

“Fucking Lowell, I muttered, slamming my hand against the steering wheel What’s his angle here?

The image of Iris’s fingers on his tie kept replaying in my mind. Was this why she was at the mall that day? Buying a gift for him? I remembered how she f

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looked at me then–like I was nothing more than an inconvenient stranger.

A truck cut me off, and I swore loudly, swerving around it. The North Forest hunting grounds were about thirty minutes outside the city, a traditional werewolf meeting place for generations. I hadn’t been there in months–these community events held little appeal for me lately.

But now Iris was there. With Ethan Lowell.

I tried to make sense of it. Iris had never shown interest in werewolf traditions before. She’d always kept her distance from community events, even when we were together. What changed?

First Noah Phillips, now Ethan Lowell. Was she deliberately parading around with other men to spite me?

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