Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188

“Aurora, what would you like to drink?” Miles asked with forced cheerfulness.

I felt my face harden. ‘Don’t call me that.”

The nickname “Aurora“-my design pseudonym–sounded wrong coming from him. Every time he’d used it in the past, it had been with mockery or contempt. It reminded me of all the times he’d belittled my work, all while stealing my ideas.

‘Sorry,” he mumbled, looking down at the menu. “What would you like, Miss Stone?”

“Blue Mountain,” I replied, stirring my spoon idly against the table, a small smile playing at my lips. I watched him fidget, enjoying his discomfort perhaps

more than I should have.

Miles ordered our drinks and attempted small talk while we waited. “So, how are you finding Crescent Design? The project competition turned out well for

you. Are you planning to stay there?”

I stirred my coffee when it arrived, watching the cream create patterns in the dark liquid. I didn’t answer immediately, savoring the rich aroma and the growing tension at our table. He’s fishing for information, worried I might stay at Crescent and expose his past behavior.

Miles couldn’t keep his eyes off me, his gaze both fearful and desperate. I took a slow sip of my coffee, appreciating its smooth, rich flavor while letting him

stew in his anxiety.

“You didn’t ask me here for coffee and small talk,” I finally said, setting down my cup. “Whatever you have to say, say it quickly.”

His fake smile vanished. The fear in his eyes intensified as he leaned forward, lowering his voice.

“Look, about everything that happened before–at Polaris–I was wrong. I had no idea who you really were. I didn’t know your standing in the werewolf

community.”

I watched him with cold amusement. How quickly people change when they discover you’re not who they thought you were.

“So you’re apologizing because you found out I’m a Lowell?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Not because what you did was wrong?”

Miles swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously. “No, that’s not–I mean, yes, I am sorry. What I did was… unprofessional.

Unprofessional. Such a mild word for the harassment and sabotage he’d put me through.

“The things you did cost me potential clients, damaged my reputation, and caused physical harm,” I said, holding up my wrist that still bore a faint scar.

Miles’s face grew increasingly pale as he stared at my wrist. “That looks like it’s healing well,” he said weakly.

I laughed a short, harsh sound that made a couple at a nearby table glance over. “Is that all you have to say?”

“Look, I’ve recognized my mistake,” Miles said, his voice rising slightly in panic. “I’m deeply sorry for everything. Can’t we just put this behind us?”

“Put it behind us?” I repeated, feeling my anger rise. “You think you can harass me for months, steal my designs, physically endanger me, and then just apologize and it all goes away?”

Miles’s eyes darted around the coffee shop, clearly concerned about who might be listening. Please, lower your voice. I know I was wrong. This could ruin

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