Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 75

I held Sebastien’s gaze defiantly, refusing to be intimidated by his

thinly veiled threat. The tension between us was thick enough to cut

with a knife, his fingers still gripping my chin when suddenly–the

atmosphere in the room shifted.

The murmur of voices around us gradually softened, like someone

turning down the volume on a stereo. Sebastien’s hand dropped from

my face as he turned toward whatever had captured everyone’s attention. Grateful for the interruption, I followed the collective gaze

of the room, looking up at the grand staircase, curiosity momentarily

overriding my anger.

Several figures were descending the stairs, moving with that

distinctive grace that only powerful werewolves seemed to possess. Leading them was a man I recognized instantly–Alpha Ethan Lowell, impeccably dressed in a black tailored suit with gold cufflinks that

caught the light as he moved. A pair of thin gold–rimmed glasses

perched on his nose, giving him an intellectual air that contrasted

with his obvious physical power.

“Wait, isn’t that just Ethan?” I thought, remembering our dinner

together. “The same guy who gave me that pendant and drove me

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home.” The contrast between the casual, almost friendly Ethan I’d

met and this commanding figure was striking.

My eyes moved to the elderly man whose arm Ethan was supporting.

This had to be Jack Lowell himself. Even from this distance, I could

see the silver–white hair neatly combed back from his forehead. He

walked slowly but with surprising steadiness for someone rumored to

be in poor health. His deep gray suit looked expensive yet

understated, a perfect complement to his dignified bearing. Though I

couldn’t make out his features clearly from where I stood, there was

something commanding about his presence that filled the room.

“Jack hasn’t been seen in public for months,” a woman near me

whispered to her companion. “Look at him, though–still standing

tall.”

“Guess the rumors about his health were exaggerated,” her friend

replied. “He looks stronger than I expected.”

I studied the old Alpha, thinking to myself, “So this is the legendary

Jack Lowell. Everyone talks about his failing health, but he seems

pretty solid for an elderly werewolf.” There was something striking

about him, a quiet dignity that commanded respect without effort.

The room fell completely silent as Jack reached the bottom of the stairs. Ethan leaned in, listening as the older man spoke quietly into

his ear.

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Ethan straightened up and addressed the crowd. “My grandfather

wishes to thank you all for taking time from your busy schedules to

join him in celebrating his birthday today.”

Then, surprisingly, Jack Lowell himself spoke. His voice was soft but

carried clearly through the silent room: “I hope everyone enjoys

themselves tonight. Please, eat well, drink well, and be happy.”

Simple words, but they carried weight. I observed how he held himself

-back straight, movements deliberate, eyes alert. This wasn’t just an

old wolf clinging to power; this was someone who had earned his

position and maintained it through decades of leadership. The

respect in the room was palpable.

As conversations resumed around me, I watched various Alpha wolves

approach Jack to pay their respects. I’d known North Star was connected to a powerful werewolf bloodline, but seeing the reality of

their influence was something else entirely.

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