Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 127 – You Can Slice My Throat, But I Would Never Tell You

Voren had heard her earlier talking about rewarding whoever had stepped in to save her life, yet the thought of accepting any kind of reward from Seraphine sat wrong with him because, in his mind, what he had done had never been about recognition or payment but about responsibility, the kind of instinct that moved before thought ever had the chance to interfere.

On top of that, he understood Seraphine well enough to know how easily she could twist the meaning behind his actions if he revealed too much, and the last thing he wanted was for her to start reading emotions or intentions that simply were not there, so keeping quiet felt like the safest path.

"You can slice my throat, but I would never tell you," Voren said with a calm certainty that sounded almost casual, though the firmness beneath it left no room for negotiation.

Seraphine’s lips curved slowly, that playful and slightly wicked smile of hers appearing as if she had been waiting for exactly that answer, and she tilted her head in mild amusement before replying, "That’s exactly why I won’t tell you about my evil plans for your best friend."

The moment hung between them for a second before the conversation moved on, yet there was something in the air that suggested neither of them fully believed the other’s words.

By the time Seraphine arrived at Gordon’s office later that day, her phone had already buzzed several times with messages from Augustine, who had sent the necessary documents over email, and she wasted no time filling out the form, signing it, and sending it back before stepping out again to continue the rest of her investment visits, the entire afternoon passing in a blur of meetings, signatures, and polite smiles that hid the sharp calculations always running quietly behind her eyes.

When her schedule finally loosened enough for her to breathe, the sun had already started sliding toward evening, which meant it was time for her to head to the hospital for her shift.

Inside the car, Corvine sat beside her in thoughtful silence for a while, his brows slowly knitting together as he replayed the events from earlier in his mind, because no matter how much he turned it over in his head, he still could not understand the reasoning behind one particular decision she had made.

Eventually, curiosity got the better of him. "Tell me something, Sera," Corvine said carefully, his voice filled with genuine confusion as he glanced at her from the driver’s seat. "Why did you leave Gray and Riven so comfortable at Walkers Global Enterprise?"

Seraphine turned her head slightly toward him, her brows pulling together in faint irritation as if she could not quite believe he was asking something that obvious.

replied, the mild annoyance clear in her tone. "The whole plan has always been for Ravyn to return to the pack eventually, and Gray and Riven are experienced CEOs who know exactly how to keep a company stable without drawing too much attention to

continuing, her voice lowering slightly

Ravyn feels comfortable enough staying with them there for a while, it gives Damon plenty of time to get the DNA

immediately, and a wave of embarrassment followed right behind it as he silently cursed himself for overlooking something so

sigh. "I was starting to think

it, and the

said with a faint shake of her

gaze drifted toward the window for a moment as the city passed

Enterprise completely destroyed, because

adoptive parents, the ones who had taken her in and given her the love no one else including her own parents gave her, and just as he opened his

warmth that rarely surfaced in her usually guarded eyes, "I’m going to buy Walkers Global Enterprise and give it back to them as a gift, with all

an eyebrow slightly, studying

who would accept the money

smile carrying a hint of understanding that suggested she had already thought about that possibility many times

expected, and Corvine suddenly understood something that

the support, and the loyalty, had never been about friendship alone but about balance, about paying back every ounce of kindness he had ever shown her so she could stand without feeling indebted to

strange bitterness sitting at the back of his throat, because when he really