Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 90 – I want justice

Ravyn stared across the table at the man who had spoken up for Seraphine, and disbelief crawled through his chest like something alive that refused to settle. In all the years he had spent around humans, he had rarely seen one grow attached so quickly, yet this man had thrown himself into Seraphine’s defense with a loyalty that looked almost reckless, as though the consequences of offending powerful people in this room meant nothing to him. Ravyn found it both irritating and ridiculous, because the man’s chances of earning a place in their circle were already fragile, and defending Seraphine in front of everyone present had practically smashed those chances to pieces.

In Ravyn’s mind, Seraphine deserved every ounce of pressure she felt tonight, because he had never forgiven the way she had treated Daisy, and the memory of Daisy’s humiliation still burned inside him with a stubborn heat that refused to fade no matter how much time passed.

Voren’s jaw tightened the moment Seraphine began speaking again, and the faint muscle pulsing near his temple revealed the tension he tried so hard to hide from the others.

The tone in her voice carried a direction that he recognized instantly, and the realization made his patience wear thin.

He had warned Ravyn more than once that antagonizing this woman would only complicate matters in ways that could spiral out of control, yet Ravyn’s stubborn pride had kept him from backing down even once.

"What exactly are you trying to imply?" Voren asked while locking his gaze onto her with a hard, unyielding stare that carried both authority and warning.

Seraphine allowed the faintest curve to form at the corner of her lips, and the tiny expression that settled on her face carried a meaning that Ravyn immediately disliked.

Her eyes wandered in his direction with a calmness that felt unsettling, because the quiet confidence in her gaze made his stomach tighten with a sudden sense of unease.

herself upright, her voice remaining calm enough to sound reasonable rather than dramatic. "The option he suggested could easily have pushed someone

a moment, yet Ravyn felt as though the ground beneath his

with such careful attention now felt like a trap tightening around his own ankles instead, and the worst part of the situation rested in the way several billionaires around the table appeared to warm toward Seraphine’s argument before

the girl. You shouldn’t have done that," Mark said seriously,

some of them even nodded faintly as though her reasoning and everything Mark said

calm tone carried a

toward Seraphine, raising his voice just enough for everyone in the room

his tone firm with the quiet authority that made it

small part of her recognized that revealing her request too quickly might rob the moment of its true

color her tone, "I would like to know who this so-called best

across the table with an expression that blended admiration with confusion, because the sharp intelligence she had displayed throughout the evening

not been expected to hold her ground so confidently in a room filled with men who had built

answer to that question," Mark