Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182

Megan’s POV

Jennifer’s eyes widened with shock and something else–fear. Good. She should be afraid.

“Megan,‘ she said slowly, “you need to calm down.”

‘Don’t tell me to calm down!” I was practically vibrating with anxiety now, my wolf threatening to break free. “You started this whole thing, and now you’re trying to pin it all on me!”

It was a lie, and we both knew it. But I was desperate.

Jennifer stared at me, her mouth hanging open. “Are you serious right now? You’re trying to blame me?”

I’m not blaming anyone because there’s nothing to blame!” My voice was getting louder, more hysterical. “But if the Lowells come looking for someone to punish, they’ll find your name all over the comment section too!”

Jennifer took another step back, her face pale. “You’re losing it, Meg. Completely losing it.”

I yanked open my car door. “Tonight never happened,” I told her, my voice deadly serio

“We

never had this conversation. And if anyone asks,

you don’t know anything about Catherine Stone or that video. Got it?”

Before she could respond, I slammed my car door shut and started the engine. In my rearview mirror, I could see Jennifer standing frozen in the parking lot, her expression a mixture of confusion and fear.

I drove too fast, running a red light and nearly hitting a pedestrian. My mind was racing even faster than my car. What was I going to do? The Lowells were notoriously protective of their own. If they thought I had anything to do with humiliating Iris…

I barely remembered the drive home. Somehow, I made it to my front door, fumbling with the keys until I finally got inside.

“Welcome home, Miss Claire,” our housekeeper said, appearing in the hallway. “Would you like some-”

“Not now!” I snapped, pushing past her and running up the stairs to my bedroom. I slammed the door behind me and leaned against it, finally allowing myself to fall apart.

“Fuck!” I screamed, grabbing the crystal vase from my nightstand and hurling it against the wall. It shattered spectacularly, water and flowers spraying across the carpet. The destruction felt good–too good to stop.

I grabbed anything I could reach–books, perfume bottles, picture frames and smashed them one by one. With each crash, I screamed louder, letting out all the fear and rage building inside me.

“How could she be a Lowell?” I shrieked, kicking over my vanity chair. “How is this possible? Why her? Always her!”

A tentative knock at the door barely registered through my rage.

“Miss Claire?” came the housekeeper’s frightened voice. “Are you alright? Do you need help?”

I yanked the door open, aware that I must look completely unhinged–masara streaking down my face, hair wild, surrounded by destruction.

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‘Get Ryan,‘ I demanded, my voice hoarse from screaming. “Now.”

The housekeeper stared at me, frozen in shock. “But Miss, it’s very late, and-

I slapped her. Hard. The sound echoed in the hallway, and her head snapped to the side.

I said get Ryan!” I shouted. “And then get out of my sight!”

She hurried away, one hand pressed to her reddening cheek. I slammed the door again and resumed my destruction.

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By the time Ryan knocked on my door twenty minutes later, my room looked like a tornado had hit it. I was sitting in the middle of the floor, surrounded by broken glass and torn clothes, scrolling obsessively through my phone.

Ryan, my family’s beta wolf and chief security officer, took one look at me and the destruction and closed the door behind him.

“What happened?” he asked quietly, his voice calm but his eyes alert.

I threw my phone at him. He caught it easily, glancing down at the screen where Ethan Lowell’s statement was

still

displayed.

“Read it, I ordered, my voice cracking. “Tell me how fucked I am.”

Ryan’s expression remained carefully neutral as he read the post. When he finished, he looked

hide.

up at

me,

and I saw the concern he was trying to

“Explain this to me,” he said, his tone measured. “What exactly is Iris Stone’s connection to the Lowell family?”

“That’s what you need to find out!” I screamed, jumping to my feet. “How the fuck should I know? Until an hour ago, she was just Sebastien’s pathetic ex–wife! Now suddenly she’s Lowell blood? Protected by ancient werewolf law?”

Ryan didn’t flinch at my outburst. “And why exactly are you concerned about this?”

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you serious? The video! Catherine Stone’s video that I-” I stopped myself just in time.

Ryan’s eyes narrowed slightly. “The video you what, Megan?”

I swallowed hard. “The video I… commented on. Like everyone else did.”

Ryan didn’t believe me. I could tell. But he was too professional to call me a liar to my face.

I need to know everything,” he said, picking his way through the broken glass to stand directly in front of me. “No more games, Megan. If you’ve done something that could put the Claire family at risk with the Lowells, I need to know now.”

I felt the last of my defiance crumble. “I might have… encouraged Catherine to post that video,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “But I didn’t know! How could I have known Iris had Lowell blood? She’s nobody! She’s nothing!”

Ryan closed his eyes briefly, the only sign of his frustration. When he opened them again, his gaze was sharp and focused.

TI look into it,” he said finally. “But Megan, if the Lowells trace this back to you…”

He didn’t need to finish the sentence. We both knew what it meant. In the werewolf world, attacking a member of one of the ancient bloodlines

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was tantamount to suicide.

“Find out everything you can about Iris and the Lowells,” I demanded, gripping his arm desperately. “There has to be a way out of this. Maybe

they’re lying. Maybe it’s not true.”

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