Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 47 – Take it down

Voren’s fingers curled hard into his palm the second Ravyn came into view, his nails biting skin as irritation flared hot and immediate in his chest, because the sight of that man alone was enough to ruin everything he had planned for today.

Any slim chance he had of getting Seraphine to ease off his server, of talking to her calmly and privately, vanished the moment Ravyn appeared, because Ravyn never knew how to exist in a room with Seraphine without turning the air sharp and volatile.

Voren already knew how this would end, with raised voices, bruised pride, and Seraphine’s temper flaring instead of cooling, and the certainty of it made his jaw tighten.

"Sera, we need to talk." Ravyn’s voice cut through the space like ice dragged across stone, cold, clipped, and vibrating with barely restrained fury, his dark gaze locked on her with the kind of intensity that demanded obedience instead of conversation.

Nicole felt regret slam into her almost instantly, thick and uncomfortable in her gut, because in that moment she finally understood why Seraphine had been furious when she arranged this meeting.

Voren was dangerous in his own calculated, corporate way, but Ravyn was something else entirely, sharp-edged and explosive, the kind of man who never realized how much damage he caused simply by entering a room.

Before Ravyn could get any closer, Corvine stepped directly into his path, his body angled protectively as his voice dropped into something flat and lethal. "Don’t even dare."

The warning hung heavy in the air, and even though Corvine’s tone was calm, it carried a threat that made the nearby humans shift uneasily.

Voren cleared his throat, forcing himself to remember where they were, surrounded by people who had no idea what any of them truly were, and no reason to be dragged into something that could spiral out of control fast.

"I know the manager," Voren said, forcing civility into his voice. "Let’s use a private room."

and her expression closed off, and when she spoke her voice carried the same chill, steady and unbothered by the tension coiling around her. "There’s no need for that. I

and blocked her path, his presence looming as his voice dropped into something

flickering briefly before hardening into irritation. "What exactly are

around sharply, suddenly aware of the attention they were

but the viral video mattered more in this moment, his reputation bleeding out in pack while the internet feasted on it. He shoved his suspicions

voice firm and unyielding. "You can’t force her to talk if she doesn’t want to, and you sure as hell

as he watched the scene unfold, because to him these men were all idiots, rich,

translated into more losses, more damage control, more fires to put out, and yet none of them seemed willing to prioritize sense

understand, could never fully understand, was that these men were werewolves, and their egos were not accessories but core instincts, dominance woven into their very nature, and submission to a woman was something none

Pete said when Voren’s call finally connected, desperation creeping into his

glancing at him, his tone low and controlled, and when he ended the call he finally

as she leaned closer. "Let them be," she said quietly, her eyes sharp. "But don’t think I’m forgiving you for tricking

he said quickly. "I didn’t have a choice. Miss Walker wouldn’t give me an audience, and I couldn’t

all, fearless and unbothered, like she knew exactly how much power she held. After a moment, Seraphine exhaled sharply. "Fine," she said. "Which

his presence unmistakably possessive as he spoke.

anger burning through his words. "Of course you are, like her

slow and deliberate, the kind of smile that cut deeper than any insult. "I’d rather be her dog than

his expression faltering as the insult landed deeper than he expected. "You—" he started, but Voren cut