Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

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Tanippant ka khans. Make surd echoing in my brad. My social media feed flashed through my mind also with that Monds, her rares

pred samt him, his hand on her weglat. The image burned like weld in my chest.

should I even care? I whispered to the empty room. We’re getting divorced. He clearly doesn’t give a shit for me.

fut as much as I wanted to ignore the call, to let Sebastien deal with his pen mess, I couldn’t. If he shifted in public, it wouldn’t best be his

problem. It would endanger our entire community,

“Damn it, I muttered, pulling on jeans and a sweater, my movements methanical. This would be the last time I’d clean up his mess. The

absolute last time.

The taxi driver gave me a curious look when I said, “Moonlight Bar, please! It was nearly 2 AM, and I probably looked like hell–dark circles under my eyes, hair hastily pulled back.

As we drove through the quiet streets, I stared at the blur of neon signs and streetlights. I remembered the first time I’d picked Sebastien up from a bar, back when we were newly married. I’d been so full of hope then, thinking it meant something that he’d called me instead of his friends. What a joke. He hadn’t called me tonight either–Blake had.

The bar’s entrance pulsed with blue light, the bass from inside vibrating through the sidewalk. I paid the driver and took a deep breath before

stepping inside.

The smell hit me immediately–sweat, alcohol, perfume, and beneath it all, the unmistakable scent of an agitated Alpha. My wolf instincts tensed, sensing danger.

I spotted Blake in a corner booth, relief washing over his face when he saw me. Beside him, slumped against the leather seat, was Sebastien. His face was flushed, his usually perfect hair disheveled. Even in this state, something in my chest tightened at the sight of him.

“You came fast, Blake said, standing. “I was worried he might fully shift. He’s been getting more unstable.”

“Thank you for calling me,” I replied, the words automatic and hollow. My eyes stayed on Sebastien, wondering what had pushed him to drink so much. Maybe the blonde had rejected him.

“He’s been… off today,” Blake hesitated. “Drank way more than usual. Some wolves were talking shit about you, and he nearly took their heads

off.

I blinked in surprise. “About me?”

Blake nodded. “Never seen him like that before. Usually he doesn’t care what people say.”

didn’t know what to make of that information, so I pushed it aside. “Let’s get him out of here.”

Between the two of us, we managed to haul Sebastien’s tall frame to his feet. He mumbled something incoherent, his breath hot against my neck. The alcohol scent was overwhelming, but underneath I could still detect his unique scent–pine and something wild that always made my pulse quicken.

Blake helped me get Sebastien into a taxi, then stepped back. “You good from here?”

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Yes, vald, though I wasn’t sure at all. Thanks again.”

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The dover looked nervous having a clearly intoxicated wolf in his backseat but I promised a generous tip if he got us home quickly. Sebastien dumped against me, his head heavy on my shoulder. I tried to shift away, but the seat didn’t give me much room to maneuver.

His body radiated heat through my thin sweater. I remembered other times we’d been this close–always in darkness, always temporary. The memory of his touch made my skin tingle traitorously,

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