Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 115 - Why did you save my life?

Corvine had already begun taking a respectful step backward, intending to give Seraphine the space she needed for whatever conversation she had come to have, yet the moment his foot moved Seraphine lifted one brow in a slow, unmistakable gesture that carried calm authority along with quiet insistence, and the look alone was enough to make him pause where he stood.

Her voice came out steady and completely certain as she spoke. "Wherever I go, he goes."

There was no anger in her tone and no raised voice, yet the meaning behind those words could not have been clearer, because she had absolutely no intention of walking into Voren’s office alone when she did not trust him enough to let her guard down, and bringing Corvine with her was not a request but a condition that she had already decided would not change.

Corvine felt a faint smile stretching his lips before he could stop it, warmth spreading quietly through his chest as the realization settled in that she trusted him enough to insist on his presence without hesitation, which was not something he ever took lightly.

Across the room, something flashed briefly in Voren’s eyes when he heard her response, the reaction appearing and disappearing quickly enough that most people would have missed it entirely if they had not been paying close attention.

Corvine noticed, but Voren did not argue.

Instead of challenging her decision or questioning the condition she had placed on the meeting, he simply stepped back inside the office and waited, allowing the matter to pass without comment even though the silence that followed carried a subtle tension that lingered between the three of them.

Once Seraphine crossed the room and lowered herself into the chair across from Voren’s desk, her posture straight and composed in a way that revealed nothing about the thoughts moving through her mind, Corvine moved forward without a word and placed a stack of documents carefully on the polished surface of the desk.

The papers had been arranged in advance with precise organization.

out neatly in front of Voren, aligning the pages so they could be read easily while keeping several sheets separated to one side, his movements calm and controlled as though this meeting had

his attention settled on the small stack that Corvine

he leaned back

"Whose are those?"

toward Seraphine for a brief moment, silently checking whether she preferred to answer the question herself or wanted him to speak instead, and when she remained quiet while watching Voren with the same unreadable calm she had maintained since entering the room, he gave the answer in a simple,

"Gordon’s."

memory to the surface of Voren’s mind, reminding him of Gordon’s complete confidence in Seraphine’s abilities and the way the older man had

reaching forward to

through the pages, the relaxed expression he had worn earlier faded

the document had been written

room for confusion or loopholes,

one by one. The

condition explained with clarity that left nothing vague or incomplete, and by

tone thoughtful as he set the last page

he found himself

she this

thought appeared before he could