Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 232

Chapter 232 - I don’t need your money, Mr. Ashkael

Back at the restaurant, the waiter came back to the table with the careful, composed expression of someone carrying information he wasn’t completely sure how to deliver.

"Alpha." He kept his voice low. "They’re gone."

Voren’s face didn’t change. But something behind his eyes did. A single, quiet recalibration that came and went fast enough that you’d miss it if you weren’t paying attention.

He set his glass down and looked at the waiter for just a beat longer than he needed to.

That was not how rogue assassins behaved. Not the real ones. Real assassins didn’t turn around because somebody dropped a name at them, not unless someone had paid them more to expose whoever sent them than they’d been paid to finish the job.

Or unless they’d genuinely had no idea who was in that restaurant, and the name had rattled them enough to pull back and reconsider.

"Did you get anything? The name of whoever sent them?"

The waiter shook his head. "The second I said your name, Alpha, they moved fast. I don’t think they knew you were here."

Voren sat with that for a moment, turning it over quietly. Something in the shape of it didn’t add up. He silently made a mental note to look into later, thanked the waiter, and let him go.

mentally stepped over an interruption and kept moving. Not shaken. Not particularly guarded. Just processing, in that quiet,

wants me dead," she said. Flat. Vaguely conversational. Like she’d just

afraid,"

from the back of Seraphine’s mind. ’A gifted wolf doesn’t go down that easily. We could’ve handled every single one

the corner of her mouth curve just slightly, in a way she didn’t explain

she would keep wondering who sent them but if they

defeat were Alpha wolves. Everything else was just noise. But that wasn’t a card she was laying face-up in front of Voren. Not tonight, and

someone drawing from direct experience, both hands clasped under her chin.

to catch it. "That’s not what I meant," he said. "I don’t want a

before he finished the sentence, because there was only one person in her life who moved like this, calculated in these exact

she’d tried pointing at Daisy with Ravyn in the room,

create genuine blind spots, and she had no interest in

settling back into her chair. "Tell me

to pursue this himself, later,

want to increase my

of Seraphine was short and not even a little warm. "You might as well just try to buy the whole company and put me

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