Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187

Iris’s POV

I turned around as I heard Miles’s voice, my face carefully blank as I faced him in the hallway. The sight of him standing there–sweating slightly, his expression a mix of fear and forced politeness–brought a wave of disgust through me. Miles, the same man who had made my life hell at Polaris Stu now looking at me like I was a ticking bomb.

“Miss Stone,” he began, his voice unnaturally high. “Could I trouble you for a few minutes of your time? I think we need to… talk?”

This pathetic excuse for a man, I thought, studying his nervous face. The same one who threw my designs in the trash and told clients I was incompetent. me wanted to walk away and let him stew in his own anxiety, but another part–a darker, more calculating part–wanted to see him squirm.

“Why would I want to waste my time on you?” I kept my voice flat and cold.

Miles visibly relaxed when I didn’t immediately walk away. His shoulders dropped slightly, and he attempted a smile that came across more like a grim

“There’s a new coffee shop that just opened around the corner,” he suggested, glancing at the other employees who were pretending not to listen. “May

could talk there? It’s more… private.”

I stared at him, taking in his greasy face and the beer belly straining against his button–down shirt. My stomach turned slightly. Though I was past the morning sickness stage of pregnancy, something about his appearance still made me want to vomit.

I took a step back, putting more distance between us. “Fine,” I said simply, watching his face light up with relief.

He reached for my laptop bag. “Let me help you with-”

‘Don’t touch my things.” The words came out sharper than I intended, but I couldn’t stand the thought of him touching anything that belonged to me. H immediately pulled his hand back as if burned.

“Sorry, I just thought-

“Don’t.” I cut him off and turned away, heading back to my workspace.

At my desk, I put away my designs and checked my bag. The thought suddenly struck me–the evidence. I’d kept detailed records of everything Miles had done at Polaris: the emails where he’d taken credit for my work, the time sheets showing how he’d assigned me impossible deadlines, the recordings where

he’d instructed junior staff to “accidentally” damage my prototypes.

I should bring these, I thought, quickly opening my drawer and retrieving the sealed envelope. This might be exactly the right moment to use them.

As I placed the envelope in my bag, I realized I felt no anxiety about confronting Miles. Only a few months ago, the thought of facing him would have sent my heart racing. Now, I felt nothing but a cold determination. He’d made me doubt myself for so long, made me feel worthless in a workplace where I should

have thrived.

‘He’s afraid now because he knows who I am, I murmured to myself as I closed my bag. “Not because of what I can do, but because he suddenly realized I

have connections that could destroy him in the werewolf community.”

I walked back to the lobby where Miles was waiting, keeping my head high. I could feel the curious stares from the front desk staff as we left together. No doubt there would be gossip later, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

Let them talk, I thought. After today, Miles won’t be bothering me again.

2:32 pm PSTM.

Chapter 187

I walked ahead of him, deliberately maintaining distance between us. I didn’t want his scent anywhere near me–the nervous sweat and cheap cologne made my sensitive werewolf nose wrinkle with distaste.

The coffee shop was moderately busy, with soft jazz playing in the background. Miles hurried ahead to pull out a chair for me, but I sidestepped his attempt

at chivalry, choosing my own seat.

If someone like Sebastien did these gentlemanly gestures, it would be attractive, I thought. When Miles does it, it just feels creepy.

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