Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220

When morning finally came, I felt worse than before I’d gone to bed. My eyes were dry and scratchy, my head throbbing with pain. The face that looked back at me from the bathroom mirror was a stranger’s–pale skin, dark circles under bloodshot eyes.

The doorbell rang, and I trudged to answer it, knowing it would be Rachel. She took one look at me and her mouth dropped open.

“Holy shit! Did you sleep at all last night?” she exclaimed, pushing past me into the apartment.

I didn’t have the energy to lie. “Not really.”

Rachel threw her hands up in exasperation. “And you’re still planning to go to the hospital looking like this? They’ll admit you as a patient!”

I didn’t respond, shuffling toward the kitchen to make coffee. Rachel followed, her concern morphing into motherly scolding.

“Sit down before you fall down,‘ she commanded, guiding me to a chair at the dining table. “I’ll make breakfast. You just… try to look less like a zombie.”

I gave her a weak smile, grateful for her blunt care. “Thanks, Rach.”

“Eat something first,” she insisted, placing a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. “You can’t go to the hospital like this. They’ll think you’re the patient,

not him.

I nodded, too exhausted to argue. Rachel was right–I looked terrible, and showing up at the hospital like this would only cause more problems. I ate mechanically, not tasting the food but knowing I needed the sustenance.

The drive to the hospital was slow, caught in Monday morning rush hour traffic. I gazed out the window at the throngs of humans hurrying to work, carrying coffee cups and briefcases, completely unaware of the parallel world of werewolves and hunters that existed alongside theirs. Their normal lives seemed impossibly distant from mine.

My phone buzzed with a notification. I glanced down to see several new messages in the Crescent Design employee group chat. Scanning quickly, I realized what was happening–word of Sebastien’s injury had spread throughout the werewolf community.

“God, that was fast,” I muttered, reading comments expressing shock and concern about Sebastien being hospitalized.

Rachel glanced over. “What did you expect? He’s basically werewolf royalty around here. When an Alpha gets shot, people talk.”

I put my phone away, a heavy feeling settling in my chest. “I know. I just… I don’t want to deal with all the questions right now.”

Rachel reached across and squeezed my hand gently. “He’s going to be okay, Iris. Don’t forget that.”

When we arrived at the hospital, I insisted Rachel return to work. “You have meetings today. I’ll be fine here.”

“Are you sure?” She looked skeptical. “You didn’t exactly sleep last night…”

‘I’m sure,” I said firmly. “If anything happens, I’ll call Dr. Bell directly.”

Rachel hesitated, then reluctantly agreed. “Fine. But call me if you need anything.”

I watched her drive away before turning toward the hospital entrance. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and headed inside, following the now familiar route to Sebastien’s private room.

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Chapter 220

When I pushed open the door, I found only Blake Thompson sitting beside Sebastien’s bed. Sebastien himself lay motionless, his face still unnaturally pate against the white pillows. All his usual intensity was gone, replaced by a vulnerable stillness that made my chest tighten.

Blake looked up as I entered, quickly rising to his feet. “Iris,” he said, sounding relieved. ‘I’m glad you’re here. Let me get you a chair.”

I was about to respond when Blake’s phone suddenly rang, the sharp sound cutting through the room’s quiet. He glanced at the screen, then back to me with an apologetic expression.

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