Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Iris’s POV

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I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying the events of the night – how I’d managed to escape that horrible situation with Miles. When he had pressed his room key into my palm with that threatening smile, I’d known had to find a way out.

I’d pretended to agree, but just as I was looking for an escape, chaos erupted. Three huge men burst into the room and went straight for Miles.

In the confusion, I didn’t hesitate–I slipped out through the service entrance.

The taxi ride back to Grey Manor had been a blur of anxiety and relief. I still didn’t know who those men were that had shown up in Miles’s room – some kind of wolf muscle that someone had hired. I wondered briefly if Sebastien had arranged it, but dismissed the thought. He

wouldn’t care about me.

And then there was that explosive argument when Sebastien returned home. His accusation that I was “climbing into any man’s bed who showed interest” still stung. The memory of his cold eyes and cruel words brought a fresh wave of pain. I’d held my ground, telling him it

wasn’t his business anymore whose bed I chose, but each word had cost me

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours, I finally gave up and slipped out of bed. Maybe some water would help.

The wooden floor was cool beneath my bare feet as I padded down the hallway of Grey Manor. The house was eerily quiet at this hour, with only the occasional creak of the old building settling around me. As I approached the grand staircase, voices drifted up from below – angry, heated voices coming from William’s study.

I froze mid–step, not wanting to interrupt whatever discussion was happening. But then I heard my name, and my heart stuttered in my chest.

“And what do you call this? You let fris waste years of her life by your side, only to cast her aside because you suddenly ‘don’t like‘ her?” 2. “Is this your idea of responsibility? After all the time Iris has invested in you, in this family, you throw her away on a whim?”

I held my breath, my fingers instinctively clutching the fabric of my nightgown. They were talking about me. About Sebastien and me. I knew I should walk away, that eavesdropping would only bring pain, but my feet seemed rooted to the spot.

“What were your reasons again?” William continued, his voice sharp with disapproval. “The Stone family needed protection. Our pack needed a stable alliance. And you saw something in Iris that made you believe she was born to be the Grey family’s Luna.”

My chest tightened. I leaned closer to the railing, straining to hear Sebastien’s response. A tiny, foolish part of me hoped he might say something anything – that would indicate he had some feelings for me, that our marriage hadn’t been completely meaningless,

“I said I don’t like her. That’s the truth.” Sebastien’s voice was cold, emotionless.

His words sliced through me like a knife. I stood there, paralyzed, as the pain radiated from my chest outward. My fingers dug into the banister,

knuckles turning white from the pressure.

“Are the rumors true then?” William pressed. “Do you still have feelings for that Megan girl? If she truly cared for you, would she have made you wait all these years? Would she have run off to the European packs?”

Megan. The name echoed in my mind, bringing with it memories I’d tried so hard to suppress. How many nights had I lain awake beside Sebastien, listening to him murmur her name in his sleep? How many times had I noticed his eyes following her at pack gatherings? The way his scent changed subtly whenever she was near?

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Chapter 32

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