Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 233

Jealousy Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 233

Iris’s POV

“Sebastien locked himself in his room… he’s not responding to anyone… we’re worried something happened.”

Blake’s words from our phone call echoed in my head as I stood in front of Sebastien’s bedroom door at the Grey estate. My fingers hovered over the handle, hesitating. Something felt off. If Sebastien had truly locked himself away as Blake claimed, why did the door handle turn so easily under my touch?

I pushed the door open a crack, peering inside. The room was dimly lit by a small bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the floor.

“Hello?” I called out softly. No response.

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My heart hammered against my ribs as I stepped inside, the floorboards creaking under my weight. The room smelled like Sebastien–that distinctive mixture of expensive cologne and his natural Alpha scent. But there was no scent of sickness or pain that would typically accompany someone who had collapsed.

“Sebastien?” I tried again, squinting to adjust to the darkness.

Suddenly, the door swung shut behind me with a soft click, and the small lamp went out, plunging the room into complete darknes. My breath caught in my throat as I spun around, my werewolf senses instantly on high alert.

“What the ” I started to say, but the words died in my throat.

I took a cautious step forward, hands outstretched in the darkness. The silence was oppressive, broken only by my quickened breathing. Then I felt it–the shift in the air behind me, the subtle movement of someone else in the room.

Before I could turn, strong arms wrapped around me from behind, pulling me against a hard chest. I instantly stiffened, my body tensing

for a fight.

“Iris,” Sebastien’s voice whispered right by my ear, his breath warm against my skin. “Don’t leave me.”

His voice didn’t sound weak or pained at all. It was low, intimate, and commanding–nothing like someone who had just collapsed from illness. The Alpha scent surrounding me grew stronger, triggering a conflicting mix of comfort and alarm in my system.

“Let go of me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as I struggled against his hold. “You’re perfectly fine, aren’t you? You never

collapsed.”

“I wasn’t feeling well earlier,” he murmured, his lips nearly brushing my ear.

I felt a surge of anger. “Again with this? So now you had Blake lie to me instead of doing it yourself like last night? Tell me you’d passed out and couldn’t be reached? I rushed over here thinking- I cut myself off, not wanting to admit how worried I’d been. How could I have

fallen for the same trick twice in twenty–four hours?

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His arms tightened fractionally. “You were worried about me.”

It wasn’t a question, but a smug observation that made my blood boil. I renewed my efforts to break free, conscious of my condition. My pregnancy was still a secret, and I needed to keep it that way. If he held me any closer, would he sense the changes in my body? Could his heightened Alpha senses detect the subtle shifts in my hormones or the faint second heartbeat?

“Let me go, Sebastien, I demanded more firmly this time. “You just got out of the hospital. The doctor said you need rest, not… whatever

this is.”

“I need you,” he said simply.

Those three words sent an unwelcome warmth through me that I quickly squashed. “No, you don’t. You never have. I don’t owe you anything, Sebastien. Nothing at all.”

I felt him go still behind me, his breathing changing slightly. His arms loosened, allowing me to step away and put some distance between us. In the pitch darkness, I couldn’t see his expression, but I could feel the intensity of his gaze on me.

“Is that what you think?” he asked, his voice oddly quiet.

“That’s what I know,” I replied, crossing my arms protectively over my stomach. “Now, what’s going on? Why did you have Blake call me with that ridiculous story?”

I heard him move,

followed by the click of a lamp. Bright light suddenly flooded the room, and I flinched, tears springing to my eyes at the sudden change. I blinked rapidly, trying to clear my vision.

When I could see again, Sebastien stood a few feet away, watching me intently. He looked better than he had in the hospital–his color had returned, though there were still shadows under his eyes. He wore a simple black t–shirt and sweatpants, casual attire I rarely saw

him in.

“You’re crying,” he observed, taking a step toward me and raising his hand as if to wipe away my tears.

I jerked back instinctively. “It’s just the light. Answer my question, Sebastien.”

His hand dropped to his side. “I was feeling unwell earlier. I wanted to see you.”

“So you had Blake lie to me instead of just asking me to come over like a normal person?” I scoffed.

“Would you have come if I’d just asked?” His eyes held mine steadily, and I found I couldn’t maintain the contact.

I moved toward the door. ‘I’m leaving. It’s late, and I need to get back to Blue Harbor.”

“It’s too late to be driving alone,” he said, stepping between me and the door. “Even for a werewolf, it’s not safe.

I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you seriously trying to stop me from leaving? After you tricked me into coming here?”

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“Stay,” he said, and for a moment, I thought I detected something like vulnerability in his eyes. “Just for tonight. It’s almost midnight.

He was right, driving back to Blue Harbor alone this late wasn’t safe. Not now. My anger warred with the primal need to protect my babies. Damn him for putting me in this position.

“Fine,” I said reluctantly. “But I’m not-”

“I know,” he interrupted, his face expressionless once more.

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