Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

Sebastien’s POV

The doctor studied my chart, then looked up at me. Any areas still giving you discomfort? The head injury showing any symptoms–dizziness, blurred

vision?

I shook my head carefully, mindful not to trigger more pain. “Nothing serious. Headache’s better. The pain was there, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Nothing that would keep me confined to this bed any longer than necessary.

“That’s good,” the doctor nodded, making a note on his chart. “I think we can arrange for your discharge tomorrow. However,” he fixed me with a stern look, “you’ll need to rest at home for a while. No strenuous activity. I understand you’ve been working while ill previously?”

I felt Iris’s gaze on me, heavy with accusation and concern. I nodded reluctantly, remembering how I’d pushed through a fever last month to close an important deal.

“Werewolf healing abilities are remarkable, but not unlimited,” the doctor continued. “You need to give your body time to fully recover, especially from a silver wound.”

“I understand,” I said, though the prospect of being idle for days grated against every instinct I had.

The doctor seemed satisfied and turned to leave. Blake exchanged a quick look with me before following him out.

“Daniel’s outside with two other security wolves,” Blake informed me quietly. “I’ll verify the doctor’s credentials again and be right back.”

As he stepped out, I heard him give instructions to someone positioned just outside the door, ensuring continuous protection. This left Iris and me momentarily alone, though I knew at least three guards were within earshot.

Before I could say anything, she spoke, her voice steady and decided.

“Well, since the doctor says you’ll be fine to go home tomorrow, I’ll head back to Blue Harbor once you’re discharged.”

The words hit me like ice water. I stared at her, searching for any sign of hesitation, any indication that she didn’t mean what she’d said. There was none. Her face was a careful mask of neutrality, the same expression she’d worn throughout our marriage whenever she delivered news she knew I wouldn’t like.

Anger flared hot in my chest, washing away the momentary warmth I’d felt earlier. Just like that, she was walking away again. I wanted to demand she stay, to point out that the doctor had said I needed rest and care. But what right did I have? What claim could I make that wouldn’t sound pathetic or controlling?

So I said nothing, watching as she began gathering her things, organizing what she’d need to take with her tomorrow. The silence between us stretched, taut and uncomfortable.

A vibration broke the stillness. Iris glanced at her phone, and I watched as her expression softened, the corners of her mouth lifting into a small smile. My fingers tapped against the bedsheet, an unconscious rhythm of irritation.

Who would be texting her at this hour? Rachel? Or someone else? The thought of another man reaching out to her, making her smile when I couldn’t seem to do anything but make her retreat, sent a surge of possessiveness through me that I had no right to feel.

I observed her as she typed a response, her fingers moving quickly across the screen. She paused occasionally, thinking, then resumed typing. At one point, her lips moved as she murmured something, and I could have sworn I saw the shape of my name. Discussing my condition, perhaps? Then she mentioned going back home tomorrow, confirming what I already knew: she was arranging to leave as soon as possible.

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Chapter 226.

When she finished texting and looked up, our eyes met. I hadn’t bothered to look away, to pretend I hadn’t been watching her every move. For a long moment, we just stared at each other, the air between us charged with unspoken words.

Her expression shifted from surprise to something more stern. Is there something you need?” she asked directly, her tone sharper than usual.

The abruptness of her question caught me off guard. This wasn’t the Iris I remembered the one who would lower her eyes and speak softly even when annoyed. This was someone stronger, someone who didn’t hesitate to challenge me directly. When had she changed? Or had she always been this way, and I’d just never bothered to notice?

I continued to stare at her, unsure how to answer. The tension between us built with each passing second, neither of us willing to back down.

“You…” I started, lifting my hand, ready to say something–though what, I wasn’t entirely sure.

The door swung open, Blake’s entrance shattering the moment. “The Patriarch is calling,” he said, holding out a phone to me. “He wants to know how you’re doing.”

I pulled my gaze from Iris reluctantly, taking the phone and bringing it to my ear. “Grandfather,” I said, my voice automatically stronger, more assured.

“Sebastien, is the doctor certain there’s no lasting damage?” William’s powerful voice came through clearly, concern evident despite his attempt to sound calm. “Are you being released because you’re truly well enough, or are they just giving in to your demands?”

I could feel Iris watching me, and I understood my grandf’s watherorry. “I’m fine,” I assured him, eyes still on Iris. “The doctor says there’s no reason for

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