Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 56

Chapter 56

His gaze swept across the empty department. “Didn’t Megan invite

everyone to dinner to celebrate? Why aren’t you there?”

I let out a short, humorless laugh. “Apparently I’m not important

enough for the creative director’s dinner party. Some of us have

‘urgent‘ paperwork to complete.” I gestured to the stack of

documents.

Sebastien’s jaw tightened. I could almost see the wheels turning

behind his eyes.

“Get your things,” he said abruptly. “I’m driving you home.”

I frowned. “I can manage on my own. I need to finish this by

tomorrow anyway.”

“It’s nearly nine, and you shouldn’t be alone in the building this late,”

he replied, his voice dropping into that commanding Alpha tone.

“Why are you suddenly concerned about my safety?” I asked,

genuinely puzzled. “This is the second time you’ve insisted on driving

me home this week. What’s going on?”

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Something flickered in his eyes–concern? Worry? It vanished so

quickly I couldn’t be sure.

“The area’s not safe right now,” he said after a moment’s hesitation.

“There have been… incidents.”

My mind immediately flashed to Jack’s bloodied body, the claw marks,

the sense of another wolf lurking in the shadows. My pulse

quickened.

“What kind of incidents?” I pressed, studying his face. “Does this have

anything to do with what happened to Jack Lowell?”

Sebastien’s expression tightened. “You need to be more careful. That’s

all I’m saying.”

“Are you… protecting me?” The question slipped out before I could

stop it.

He didn’t answer directly. “Just get your things. I’ll wait.”

As I gathered my belongings, my mind raced. Was Sebastien actually

concerned for my safety, or was this another power play? The attack

on Jack hadn’t seemed random, and now Sebastien’s sudden

protectiveness…

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Were the incidents connected? And if they were, why wouldn’t he just

tell me what he knew?

The car ride was excruciating. I pressed myself against the passenger door, creating as much distance as possible between us in the

confined space. The silence was thick enough to cut with a knife.

“You should have sat in the back, Sebastien said suddenly, his eyes

fixed on the road.

“What?”

“You should have sat in the back seat instead of up front,” he

repeated, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. “People are

watching.”

I let out a sharp laugh. “Seriously? We’re already getting divorced, and

you’re worried about appearances?”

He didn’t answer, and I turned to stare out the window, watching the

city blur past. We were each trapped in our own thoughts, sharing

nothing but awkward silence and the remnants of what was supposed

to be a marriage.

Pulling up to Grey Manor for the second time in twenty–four hours

felt no less strange. The house remained as imposing and cold as it

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