Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

Iris’s POV

The Uber driver barely slowed down when he dropped me off at Blue

Harbor. I mumbled a quick thank you and dragged myself toward the

entrance of my apartment building, exhaustion weighing on every

step. The emotional whiplash of the day–from Sebastien’s bizarre

behavior at the council office to Catherine’s soul–crushing confession

-had left me completely drained.

“Home sweet home,” I muttered to myself as I unlocked my door and

stepped inside. The familiar surroundings of my apartment welcomed

me like an old friend, the soft ambient light from the street lamps

filtering through the curtains creating gentle shadows across my

furniture.

I kicked off my shoes, not even bothering to place them neatly by the

door like I usually would. My gaze automatically drifted toward the

small collection of potted plants on my balcony. In the dim evening

light, I could see new sprouts pushing through the soil in one of

them.

“At least something’s going right,” I whispered, walking over to

inspect the tiny green shoots. The sight of new life emerging brought

a faint smile to my lips. These plants had become my silent

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companions, their growth and vitality somehow soothing the wolf

inside me. Caring for them had become a ritual that kept me

grounded.

I grabbed my watering can from under the sink and carefully tended

to each plant, taking my time with the task. The routine was

comforting–something stable in my increasingly chaotic life.

“There you go,” I said softly, gently touching a leaf. “All better now.”

With that small task complete, the weight of the day crashed back

down on me. I collapsed onto my sofa, my body sinking into the

cushions. I stared at the ceiling, thoughts swirling in my head.

“When was the last time I did something just for me?” I wondered

aloud. “Something that wasn’t about Sebastien or the Grey family

or…” I placed my hand on my still–flat stomach, “…or you.”

For so long, my life had revolved around Sebastien Grey–first pining

for his affection, then enduring his indifference, and now fighting for

freedom from him. Even my job at Crescent Design kept me tethered

to him. It was exhausting to realize how little of my life was truly

mine.

My phone vibrated on the coffee table, startling me from my

thoughts. I glanced at the screen, expecting to see Catherine’s name

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again. My face hardened as I snatched up the phone, ready to tell her

exactly where she could shove her family concerns.

“Listen, Catherine,” I snapped as I answered, not bothering to check

the caller ID, “I’ve said everything I need to say. You made it perfectly

clear that I was never-”

“Whoa, whoa! Not Catherine here,” Rachel’s familiar voice cut in.

“What the hell did she do now?”

I felt my entire body relax at the sound of my friend’s voice. “Rachel,”

I breathed. “God, I’m sorry. I thought you were my mother calling

back to harass me some more.”

“No worries,” Rachel replied easily. “But seriously, what’s going on?

You sound like you’re ready to tear someone’s throat out–and not in

the fun werewolf way.”

Despite everything, I found myself laughing. Leave it to Rachel to

make light of werewolf stereotypes. As one of the few humans who

knew about our existence, she never seemed intimidated by what we

were.

“It’s a long story,” I sighed, shifting to a more comfortable position on

the sofa. “But before I get into that, what’s up? Why are you calling so

late?”

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“Oh! Right,” Rachel’s voice immediately took on an excited edge. “Iris,

Stone family is in some deep shit now, isn’t it? What the hell is

happening over there?”

I frowned, sitting up straighter. “What do you mean? What have you

heard?”

“Are you seriously asking me that? Your family is practically begging

for loans all over town! I heard from Mike–you know, the guy who

works at First National–that your uncle came in trying to secure a

massive loan against what’s left of your family estate.” Rachel paused

for dramatic effect. “And get this–he was rejected. The bank doesn’t

think they can repay it!”

My frown deepened as I processed this information. I knew the Stone

family’s finances were precarious after my confrontation with

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