Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 29

Chapter 29

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What I was wasn t what I expected at all.

Instead of finding Iris and Miles in a compromising position, I found Miles pinned to the floor by three burly men. Af my sudden entrance, the men pinning him hesitated and loosened their grip, allowing him to scramble away and huddle in the corner.

His face was bruised and bloody, and he let out a pained yelp when one of the men twisted his arm further behind his back.

The room smelled of wolf – these weren’t humans. They were hired muscle from one of the security companies that catered to our kind. But

where was Iris?

I scanned the room quickly. No sign of her. The scent of her perfume lingered faintly, but it was old–a clear sign she’d been here, but had left

some time ago.

Miles, looking terrified, was huddled in a corner of the room. When he saw me, his eyes widened with desperate hope.

“Mr. Grey! Mr. Grey, thank god you’re here!” he babbled. “Please, you have to help me. Our partnership – we can still make this work, right?”

I ignored him, my mind racing to make sense of the scene. Who had sent these wolves? Why were they beatingMiles? And most importantly,

where was Iris?

One of the men looked up at me, recognition dawning on his face. These weren’t just any security wolves – they were from Moonshade Securities, one of the top firms that worked exclusively for wealthy wolf families.

“Daniel,” I said quietly, “find out who hired these men.”

I took one last look at Miles’s pathetic form on the ground, then turned and walked out, closing the door behind me. I should have felt satisfaction seeing Phillips getting what he deserved, but all I felt was confusion.

Back in the car, I pulled out my phone and dialed Iris’s number. No answer I tried again. Still nothing. After the tenth attempt, I threw my phone onto the seat beside me in frustration.

“Where the hell is she?” I growled. “And what game is she playing?”

“Home, sir?” the driver asked.

“Yes. Grey Manor,” I replied, staring out the window. Something wasn’t adding up. If Iris hadn’t gone to the hotel with Miles, where was she? And who had arranged the beating?

When we arrived at the manor, I headed straight upstairs, drawn to Iris’s room. The door was closed, and no light shone underneath it. I

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