Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 218

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Jealousy Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 218

I weighed my options. I was exhausted, filthy with smoke and dried blood, and if I was honest, probably not much help to anyone right now. And there w

the babies to consider.

“Alright, I conceded reluctantly. “But please, call me if anything changes. I don’t care what time it is.”

William nodded, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “You have my word.”

I stood slowly, my legs feeling unsteady. Before leaving, I took one last look at Sebastien. ‘I’ll be back tomorrow,” I promised softly, unsure if I was speaki to him or to William.

Out in the hallway, Rachel finally unleashed her full concern.

“Thank God you finally agreed to leave,” she said, relief evident in her voice. “You look like you’re about to collapse.”

“I’m fine,” I lied.

“And tomorrow? You’re seriously planning to come right back here? Iris, you need to rest, not sit in a hospital chair all day!”

I stopped walking and turned to face her. “Rachel, I have to.”

“Why?” she demanded, throwing up her hands. “He’s not lacking for care! His entire pack is probably going to be rotating through here. Why does it have t be you?”

I struggled to explain the tangled mess of emotions inside me. “Because if it wasn’t for him, I would be dead,‘ I finally said, my voice barely above a whispe

“And my babies… our babies would be too.”

Rachel’s expression immediately softened. “Oh, Iris…”

“If he hadn’t pushed me aside, that bullet would have hit me right here,” 1 gestured to my abdomen. “He saved both of us, Rachel. I can’t just… I can’t…

“Okay,” she sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “I get it. But I’m driving you tomorrow, and we’re setting some ground rules. You eat properly, yo rest between visits, and if you start feeling even slightly unwell, we leave immediately. Deal?”

*Deal,” I agreed, too tired to argue further.

By the time we reached my apartment at Blue Harbor, I could barely keep my eyes open. Rachel helped me inside, insisting on staying until I’d eaten something and showered.

“Go wash up,” she ordered, already heading for my kitchen. “I’ll make you some soup or something. You look dead on your feet.

I didn’t have the energy to protest. I trudged to the bathroom, peeling off my smoke–damaged, blood–stained clothes and letting them fall to the floor. Turning on the shower, I caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. Rachel was right–I looked terrible. Pale skin, dark circles under my eyes, ash streaked. across my cheek, and Sebastien’s dried blood still staining my hands.

I stepped under the hot spray, watching as the water turned rusty brown then clear as it washed away the physical evidence of the might’s events. But the memories remained vivid. As I mechanically went through the motions of washing my hair, I kept seeing Sebastien’s face–the determined look just before he pushed me out of the way, the shock and pain as the bullet hit him, the eerie stillness as they wheeled him from surgery.

Chapter 218

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t notice the bathtub starting to fill until the water reached my ankles. The drain had somehow clogged, and water was overflowing onto the bathroom floor.

“Shit!” I quickly shut off the water and grabbed a towel, barely registering Rachel’s concerned voice calling from outside the door.

As I mindlessly cleaned up the mess, my thoughts circled back to Sebastien. Why had he done it? Why risk his life for me when our marriage was nothing but a sham, when he’d made it clear so many times he wanted nothing to do with me?

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