Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 13 - such a small mouth

Guilt flickered in Voren’s eyes, quick, almost imperceptible, before vanishing as if it had never been there at all. His expression hardened, his voice wintry and detached. "That was six years ago," he said flatly. "An old tale."

His gaze slid back to Seraphine, sharp and dismissive. "From what I’ve seen, she deserved everything she got."

Oh no, what a wrong answer? Seraphine didn’t think. She didn’t breathe. Rage surged through her like wildfire, burning through every fragile wall she had built to survive. In a blur, she lunged.

Her fingers wrapped around Voren’s throat, her claw extending instinctively, piercing skin before anyone could react. For a split second, shock rippled through the room before Voren moved.

He caught her wrist mid-strike and flung her aside with a single motion, effortless and controlled. "What a wild woman," he remarked casually, almost bored, as the scratch on his neck sealed itself and disappeared.

His wolf was the strongest, most lethal among all the Alphas. Even operating with human instinct, he hadn’t used brute force, but Seraphine still lost her footing. Her body tilted backward, gravity claiming her.

Before she hit the floor, Corvine caught her, arms closing around her firmly.

"Luna," he said urgently, his voice thick with concern. "Are you alright?"

The strength drained out of her all at once. Seraphine collapsed against his chest, her sobs tearing out of her, raw and broken. "Does he even know," she cried, her voice muffled against Corvine’s shirt, "what it feels like to lose a child?"

For a moment, remorse crossed Voren’s face. It was faint, fleeting, gone almost as soon as it appeared. His jaw tightened, but soon loosened with pride sealing his lips shut.

Not after she had insulted him. No one

fortunate to still be alive. This was

the most feared men on earth wouldn’t dare

a comforting hand on Seraphine’s back. "It’s alright," she murmured gently. "We won’t

Voren said, his voice

stiffened. Slowly, she turned to face him. Her eyes were red, her cheeks wet,

her, disbelief dulling his gaze. No one had ever refused him, ever. And yet here she was, doing it again, moments after throwing an

last, his tone icy. "Then I hope you remain in this house

her tears with the back of her hand. This was the last time she would cry for them. She

the divorce is finalized." Her gaze locked onto his, fearless and

slowly, as though committing the name

Dion," she replied coolly, "but my parents already disowned me." Her eyes flicked to Ravyn, disgust unfiltered. "And I’m divorced from this

meant them to. "I’m not changing my name,"

remembered something important, she added straightly, "and yes, I hate him for everything he’s

want

discomfort. "You’re shameless. You

parents were on another level in

Alpha Voren, chin lifted. "Go ahead, blacklist

amused Voren. She was petite, bruised, but still standing, still daring him. He had never seen a woman like her, never