Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 263 - You could have just given me a heads up

Voren felt it too, quickly walking around the front of the car and falling into step beside her without a word, and they walked in together.

The same table was open. The one tucked slightly back from the main floor, with the good sightlines and the low light. Neither of them mentioned it. They just walked to it and sat down.

Seraphine picked up the menu and looked at it without reading it.

She felt the change in the room a moment before she identified the cause. The approaching footsteps were too smooth, not a regular server’s gait. She lowered the menu.

The man standing at their table was more polished than a regular waiter, wearing the kind of jacket that didn’t belong on the floor staff. He smiled at both of them with the practiced warmth of someone very accustomed to managing impressions.

"Good evening." His eyes moved between them with open appreciation. "How can I help you tonight, Alpha Voren and Luna Seraphine?"

"Just Sera is fine," Seraphine said automatically.

Voren ordered the same things as last time, easy and unbothered, and the manager made a note of it and then stayed exactly where he was, pen hovering, his attention drifting back to Seraphine with a little too much ease. "And for you, Luna? Anything additional I can—"

"She’ll have what I ordered," Voren said, his voice flat.

"Of course." The manager’s smile didn’t waver. He turned back to Seraphine with something warm and practiced in his expression. "If there’s anything else you need, please don’t hesitate. My name is—"

The sound that came next was quiet. Almost polite.

The customers nearest to them heard it first, that specific stillness that falls over a room when something old and instinctive in the human brain registers danger before the brain had finished processing what the eyes are seeing.

kind of efficient, unhurried speed of people who knew exactly what an Alpha wolf’s energy felt like when it crossed a line and had zero interest in being nearby

had come

in the manager’s stomach before Seraphine fully registered the movement. Not yet deep, but

in a very direct and physical way that the conversation he’d been planning to have

face had gone the color

ago, calm, unhurried, slightly bored, except for his eyes, which had gone that deep absolute black

manager’s intestines and

"Voren."

like a crack of electricity, sharp and clear and carrying every ounce of authority she had, which,

Voren’s hand went still.

of control that made it clear

and unhurried, like nothing

face the color of old wax.

and she

It came out harder than a word usually

Looked

no room in his tone

to argue, the words were right there, stacked up and ready. But even as she opened her mouth, she could already see the slow, faint knitting beginning at the manager’s

though slower than usual, stitching things back together the way wolves always did. She

manager up by the elbow. The man went

level of possessiveness from him and

the table thirty seconds later, order pad in hand, expression professionally blank in the way