Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 251

Chapter 251

Iris’s POV

I stared at my phone screen, watching the absolute silence that followed my message in the werewolf community group. No new comments, no arguments, nothing. Just digital stillness after my simple assertion: Anyone who sides with Kim on this matter is positioning themselves against

1. me.

“Sometimes, intimidation works better than explanation,” I said, setting my phone down with a satisfied smile. The werewolf community understood power dynamics, and I’d finally stopped playing the role of the docile Stone daughter.

Jack raised an eyebrow. “Effective approach. Kim will be furious when she sees that.”

“She probably already has,” I replied, feeling oddly serene about it. “But I don’t care anymore. Let her rage all she wants.”

The rest of the afternoon passed peacefully. Jack left after making me promise to call if Catherine or Kim returned. I spent a few hours working on some design sketches before getting ready for tonight’s Lowell family gathering–my official introduction to the family I apparently belonged to.

Standing before the full–length mirror in my bedroom, I smoothed down the navy blue dress Dina had helped select. The cut was elegant yet strategic–flowing just right to conceal my slightly rounded stomach.

“What do you think, little one?” I whispered, lightly touching my abdomen. “Tonight you’ll meet your Lowell relatives. Please be on your best behavior–no making mommy throw up during dinner, okay?”

A flutter of nervousness passed through me as I adjusted a pendant at my neck. The Lowell family was large and influential in the werewolf community. Jack had mentioned there would be at least twenty family members present tonight, and I doubted all of them would welcome a long–lost relative with open arms.

A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts.

“Coming!” I called, grabbing my purse and taking one last glance in the mirror. The woman looking back seemed stronger than I felt-

composed, elegant, ready to face whatever came next.

When I opened the door, Ethan stood there in a tailored charcoal suit. His eyes widened slightly as he took me in, an expression of surprise

crossing his features.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly self–conscious. “Is something the matter with how I look?”

“No, not at all,” Ethan said, recovering quickly with a warm smile. “You just… you look stunning. It caught me off guard.”

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