Jealousy Alpha's Regret novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98

Megan’s POV

“Sebastien’s on his way,” someone announced, and I felt my heart skip

a beat.

I casually tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, pretending not to

care while secretly thrilling at the news. Finally. I’d been waiting all

evening for this moment, positioning myself perfectly in Blake’s

private room at Shadow Moon Bar where I could monitor the entrance

without seeming obvious.

“About time,” I said with feigned indifference, taking a slow sip of my

drink. Inside, though, I was practically buzzing with anticipation. I’d

spent days tracking Sebastien’s movements, gathering intel from

mutual acquaintances about his schedule. The moment I heard about

Blake Thompson’s birthday celebration, I knew Sebastien would show.

They’d been friends since forever, and Sebastien never missed Blake’s

parties.

But there was something else too–something that made tonight

perfect. The news about his divorce from Iris Stone had just broken

publicly. I’d seen it on my phone earlier today, and I couldn’t stop the

smile that spread across my face. Sebastien would need comfort

tonight. He’d need someone who understood him.

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Someone like me.

I smoothed down my dress for the hundredth time–a deep red

number that hugged every curve perfectly. I’d spent hours choosing

it, knowing exactly what Sebastien responded to. The neckline dipped

just low enough to be enticing without looking desperate. I wanted

him to remember what he’d given up when he left me for that

arrangement with the Stone girl.

The door to the private room swung open, and I held my breath.

Sebastien Grey walked in, and god, he was gorgeous. No suit jacket

tonight, just a crisp white shirt with the top buttons undone, sleeves

rolled up to expose his forearms. I’d always loved his forearms–the

way the muscles moved beneath his skin, powerful and controlled.

“Happy birthday, man,” he said to Blake, his voice that familiar deep

rumble that used to whisper against my ear.

I watched him carefully, noting how he moved with the same fluid

grace he always had. Even among other werewolves, Sebastien stood

out–a born Alpha, impossible to ignore. My fingers tightened around

my glass as memories flooded back–his hands on my skin, his teeth

at my neck, the way he used to look at me before…

Before her.

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I forced myself to look away, not wanting anyone to notice my

fixation. Play it cool, Megan. Don’t seem eager.

Sebastien took a seat across the room, nodding to a few familiar faces

but not engaging in conversation. I kept him in my peripheral vision,

watching as he poured himself a drink from one of the bottles on the

table. Then another. And another.

“Alpha Grey’s hitting it pretty hard tonight,” someone near me

whispered.

I nodded, my excitement building. “The divorce must be getting to

him,” I whispered back, feigning concern while internally rejoicing.

This was perfect–he was vulnerable. If the alcohol loosened him up

enough, I could approach him, offer comfort, remind him of what we

once shared.

He wasn’t drinking like someone celebrating, though. Each glass went

down in measured sips, his expression unchanged. But he didn’t stop.

One glass emptied, then immediately refilled. No slurring, no

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