Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 242

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Jealousy Alpha’s Regret

Chapter 242

Iris’s POV

I watched Thomas’s back as he paced away from me, his attention fully absorbed by the phone call. The perfect moment had arrived. I twisted my wrists against the restraints one final time, feeling the chains give way.

Must move carefully. Can’t let him notice.

My heart pounded as I silently freed my hands, keeping them behind me to maintain the illusion of helplessness. Thomas was still arguing with someone on the phone, his voice rising with frustration. I took slow, measured breaths to steady myself.

“I don’t care what Kim needs–get back here now!” he snapped before ending the call.

I studied his movements, waiting for the right opportunity. When he turned to stare out the dirty warehouse window, I made my move. I rose from the chair with deliberate stealth, my footsteps light as I approached him. My years of dance training had never served a more crucial purpose–each step calculated to avoid making a sound.

Thomas muttered curses under his breath, completely unaware of my approach. The silver knife gleamed at his waist, and

I reached for it with steady fingers. The cold metal handle felt reassuring in my palm as I carefully slid it from his belt.

In one fluid motion, I pressed the blade against his throat, feeling a surge of satisfaction when his body went rigid with

shock.

“Looking for this?” I whispered against his ear. “The hunter–grade restraints you/mentioned? Yeah, they’re not so effective

when tied with amateur knots. I broke free in seconds… surprise.”

Thomas’s hands trembled as he instinctively reached for his waist where the knife had been.

“Don’t bother,” I said, increasing the pressure just enough to make him flinch. “Your silver knife is now against your own

throat. Ironic, isn’t it?”

“How did you

he started, his voice higher than usual.

“Shh,” I pressed the blade a little firmer, not enough to break skin but enough to remind him of his vulnerability. “Don’t waste your breath. I’ve been taking self–defense classes since I was sixteen. Did you really think I’d be an easy target?”

His hand slowly moved toward his pocket. I noticed the subtle movement and reacted instantly.

That’s your phone, I assume? Hand it over–slowly.”

When he hesitated, I dug the knife in just enough to make him gasp. Now, Thomas.

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He carefully extracted the phone and held it up with shaking fingers. I snatched it with my free hand, never easing the pressure of the blade.

“This is exactly why your plan failed,” I said. “You underestimated me, just like you underestimated the consequences of killing my father.”

The memory of his confession fueled my anger, but I forced myself to remain calm. One mistake now could cost me

everything.

“You won’t get away with this,” Thomas said, his earlier bravado evaporating. “Catherine and the others will be back any

minute.”

“I wouldn’t count on that.” I glanced at his phone screen. “Based on that call, it sounds like your co–conspirators are

already abandoning ship.”

I needed to act fast. Thomas was still dangerous, and I couldn’t maintain this position forever. With a swift, calculated movement, I struck the back of his neck with the knife handle. The impact made a dull thud, and Thomas’s knees buckled

immediately.

As he started to collapse, I quickly positioned the chair behind him, preventing a loud crash that might alert any guards. outside. His body slumped into the seat, head lolling forward. He wasn’t unconscious, just dazed–exactly as I’d intended.

Moving quickly, I grabbed the restraints that had held me and secured Thomas to the chair, making sure the knots were proper this time. As I worked, I felt a wave of nausea–a reminder of my pregnancy. I paused, taking a deep breath to

steady myself.

Focus, Iris. Protect yourself first, then the babies.

With Thomas securely bound and gagged with a strip of fabric I tore from his own shirt, I turned my attention to his phone. No password protection–a stroke of luck I desperately needed. I dialed the werewolf council’s emergency line

without hesitation.

“Emergency services,” a calm voice answered.

“I need to report a kidnapping at abandoned factory 390 in the industrial district,” I said quietly, keeping my eyes on Thomas. The victim has subdued her captor, but requires immediate assistance. Please hurry.