Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 308: Alpha Jealousy

Seraphine blinked at him, then burst out laughing, a real, husky, disbelieving laugh that shook her shoulders, her chest rising and falling as the sound filled the space between them.

"That’s hilarious," she said, shaking her head slowly, still smiling through the lingering heat in her cheeks, her gaze dropping to his mouth. "Because I spent weeks begging you to do exactly that, Voren. Weeks. And every single time you chose his side."

"You made it so much harder for me." Seraphine tilted her head, eyes tracing his lips, his throat, the broad chest she wanted to press herself against, imagining his heartbeat under her palms. "Why now? What changed?"

Voren turned fully toward her, that slow, heated half-smile spreading across his face.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" His voice dropped lower, rougher, laced with heat and years of pent-up hunger. He leaned in closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, his eyes dark with desire as they lingered on her lips. "You really don’t know why I kept fighting you all that time, Sera? Why I couldn’t let you win so easily?"

He let out a long breath, and something in the sound of it carried a lot of weight, heavy with years of bottled-up emotion that made her chest tighten just hearing it.

"There were always men around you. Always. Every fucking time I looked up, there was somebody new, somebody who seemed totally comfortable around you, who knew exactly how to make you laugh, who got to stand close enough to breathe in your scent while I was stuck on the outside looking in like a damn fool."

mention them from the back of his head, his voice rough with old jealousy that

there was more? Oh, even Damon. I envied how you could move on without a single guilt in your heart. That my love meant nothing to you. Everything we had, everything we shared, even if we were

dropping into that gravelly tone that sent warmth pooling between her thighs.

her heart pounding as memories flooded back, mixing with the heat of his presence right there beside her. "So, your whole campaign against me," she said slowly, her voice breathy, "all those times you made things harder,

even blink, his dark eyes locked on hers with

with disbelief as she leaned a little closer, feeling

a little more serious, though not cold, his hand drifting unconsciously nearer to her on

the same space, something felt different. I couldn’t explain it. You weren’t what they said, and though I couldn’t find traces of that bubbly girl I fell for, you were never what

fighting you, all I wanted was to pull you against me and kiss

her voice soft and intimate, like a caress. "They weren’t... it wasn’t like that at all. None of them

know that now." Voren looked at her, his eyes darkening with a mix of relief, pride, and fresh hunger. "But back then, it hurt badly, seeing the woman I couldn’t move on from, moving on so freely, especially when you introduced Leon as your man. I almost killed him, but I knew somehow that you two were just faking it. Still, the thought of his hands anywhere near you made me want to rip

ache. "Then I saw your wolf. Sera—" He stopped. Like the memory alone needed a second to get through, his breath catching