Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 221

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Jealousy Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 221

Iris’s POV

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The sharp ring of Blake’s phone cut through the quiet hum of the hospital room, making me flinch. I’d been staring at Sebastien’s still form for so long that any sudden noise felt like an intrusion. Blake glanced at his screen, his expression shifting from mild annoyance to something more serious.

‘I need to take this,‘ he muttered, already moving toward the small balcony attached to the private room.

I nodded absently, my attention drawn back to Sebastien. He looked nothing like the powerful Alpha who typically commanded every room. Lying there, pale against the white sheets, he seemed almost… vulnerable. The thought left me feeling strangely uncomfortable.

Through the glass door, I could see Blake pacing, his gestures becoming more animated as the call progressed. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good news. I sighed, adjusting the thin blanket covering Sebastien’s chest. My fingertips accidentally brushed against his arm, and I pulled back quickly, surprised by the warmth of his skin.

The door slid open and Blake stepped back inside, his face tense. “I need to leave for a bit,” he said, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair. “The nursing staff has his medication schedule. They’ll be in to change the IV soon–it’s almost empty.” He pointed to the nearly depleted bag hanging beside the bed.

“There’s a call button right there if anything happens,” he continued, his words coming fast.

“I’ve got it, Blake,” I interrupted, fighting the urge to roll my eyes. “This isn’t my first time in a hospital.”

He looked at me for a long moment, then nodded. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

As the door closed behind him, I sank back into the chair, a wave of exhaustion washing over me. My body felt heavier these days, the pregnancy sapping my energy in ways I hadn’t anticipated. I pressed my hand gently against my stomach, the slight swell barely noticeable beneath my loose sweater.

*Just you and me now,” I murmured, glancing at Sebastien. “Though I’m not sure you count as company in your current state.”

The steady beeping of his heart monitor was oddly soothing, almost hypnotic. I caught myself nodding off and forced my eyes open. When I looked up.

noticed the IV bag was completely empty now.

“Great,” I muttered, pushing myself to my feet. I carefully detached the empty bag, remembering the procedure from when my father was ill. After locating the call button, I pressed it and waited for a nurse to respond.

Five minutes passed. Then ten. No one came.

My werewolf instincts began to prickle with unease. The hospital floor had been bustling with activity when I arrived–where was everyone now? I was about to go find someone myself when the door finally opened.

A man in a white coat stepped in, his gaze briefly landing on me before shifting to Sebastien. Something about him immediately felt wrong. The slight hesitation when he saw me, the missing name badge, the faint smell of… gun oil? Definitely not a hospital smell.

“You’re not his regular doctor,” I said, keeping my voice casual despite the alarm bells ringing in my head.

“Dr. Mercer. Covering for Dr. Bell today,” he replied, already moving toward Sebastien. He pulled a syrings from his pocket–not from a medical tray, not in sealed packaging.

I moved closer, watching his hands. “What’s that medication? I don’t recall Dr. Bell mentioning any injections in his treatment plan,”

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The “doctor” barely glanced at me. “Standard antibiotic protocol for gunshot wounds. His hands were steady but rushed, skipping steps that even I knew were basic medical procedure. No checking the chart. No alcohol swab. No checking Sebastien’s vitals before administering medication.

‘Strange,” I said, moving closer, “I thought antibiotics went into the IV line, not direct injection.” Complete bullshit on my part, but I needed to see his reaction.

His eyes narrowed slightly–the tell I was looking for. Without hesitation, I reached out and knocked the syringe from his hand. It clattered to the floor, the clear liquid inside spilling out.

‘What the hell do you think you’re doing?‘ he snarled, dropping all pretense of being medical staff.

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