Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever-Chapter 108 – She’s Not Feeling Well

Ravyn suddenly shook his head as if he had just heard something so ridiculous that he could not allow it to settle in his mind. The movement was sharp and impatient, his jaw tightening as irritation crept across his face.

"No," he said firmly, his voice carrying a dismissive edge that made it clear he had already decided what the truth was in his mind. "You don’t know her the way I do."

He let out a quiet scoff, the sound filled with scorn.

"All she wants is more money so she can start that stupid business of hers and prove that she’s better than me," he continued, his tone growing colder with every word as resentment bled through his voice. "Once they throw a few billion dollars at her, she’ll drop everything and walk away like nothing happened."

Ravyn believed that without the slightest doubt.

In his mind, Seraphine had always been desperate to prove her worth, desperate to show the world that she had value beyond the role she once played beside him, and he had convinced himself that she would accept anything if it helped her climb higher.

For the first time in a very long while, Voren found himself looking at Ravyn not as an ally, not as a fellow Alpha who stood beside him in the sovereign circle, but as a man who had completely lost the ability to see reality for what it was.

A fool.

The realization settled heavily in his chest as he studied Ravyn’s face.

"Is that so?" Voren asked quietly, his voice calm but carrying a weight that made the two Alphas glance in his direction.

His eyes hardened as he continued. "Then why did she refuse their investment money simply because of the way they disrespected women?"

The question landed like a stone dropping into still water.

Ravyn’s head slowly lowered as silence stretched between them, his thoughts clearly racing through his mind as he tried to find an explanation that could support the version of Seraphine he had built in his head.

Voren watched him closely before speaking again when it became obvious that Ravyn had no answer.

"Isn’t the rejection of your money the reason they are in this mess right now?" Voren asked, his voice losing the calm softness it carried before as frustration began to rise. "Because none of you could swallow your pride and treat her with basic respect?"

He took another step forward, his gaze piercing.

"And now you honestly believe you can buy her silence with a few billion dollars?"

Gravy and Riven remained quiet, but every single one of them understood the truth behind Voren’s words.

They all knew he was right.

Unfortunately, Ravyn had never been capable of seeing Seraphine in a fair or honorable light, because his pride and his bitterness had always clouded his judgment.

"Just leave this matter to me," Ravyn said finally, his voice lowering as he spoke to Voren almost like a plea.

"If Seraphine wants to come after them, she’ll have to come through me first."

Voren stared at him for several long seconds, the silence between them thick and heavy.

Then he slowly drew in a deep breath.

The sword in his hand felt heavier than it had only moments earlier, and without another word he lowered it before letting it drop to the floor with a dull metallic sound that echoed faintly through the room.

This time he was finished, completely finished.

For too long he had tried to protect people who refused to acknowledge the damage they were causing, and now the only thing holding them together was the Alpha’s code.

Whatever happened here tonight, whatever consequences came later, none of it could ever reach the outside world. That rule had always been absolute.

"No matter what she did, no one should have laid a hand on her in this place," Voren said slowly, his voice heavy with disappointment. "This is the sovereign circle, Ravyn. We created it together, and we are the ones who wrote the rules that govern it."

Ravyn lowered his head even further, guilt flickering across his expression as the weight of Voren’s words settled over him.

"They reacted too strongly," Ravyn admitted quietly, his voice lacking its earlier arrogance. "But please... blame me for it. Just don’t take this any further."

Voren’s eyes remained cold as he looked at him.

"Whatever action Seraphine decides to take later," Voren said solemnly, each word leaving his mouth slowly and carefully, "I will no longer be involved."

The decision sat heavily in his chest as he turned away and began walking toward club.

At that moment, he truly believed that losing an arm would have been easier than dealing with the storm that Seraphine would eventually unleash.

But since the two Alphas involved in this disaster were too blinded by their own arrogance to recognize the danger they had created, Voren found that he simply did not care anymore.

He began searching for the one person who had played a direct role in what happened to Seraphine.

The waiter who had handed her the drink.

His footsteps echoed across the quiet corridor as he approached another staff member.

"Where is Francis?" Voren asked calmly.

The young waiter standing there immediately lowered his head, nervousness flickering across his face.

"Francis already left for the night," he replied quickly.

Voren let out a soft scoff, irritation flashing in his eyes. How unfortunate that Francis was human.

If the man had been one of them, Voren would have tortured him. But humans were different.

The sovereign circle had strict rules about exposure, and harming a human in such a direct way would attract attention that none of them could afford.

Still, Voren had his own methods for dealing with problems like this.

"Alright," he said simply, dismissing the waiter with a small wave of his hand.

Once the man hurried away, Voren pulled out his phone and dialed a number he knew very well.

The call connected quickly. It was the agency Francis worked for.

"I would like to file a report against one of your employees," Voren said in a calm, professional tone that gave no hint of the anger simmering beneath the surface. "His name is Francis More."

He paused for a moment before continuing. "He served a guest a drink that had been tampered with."

Silence followed on the other end of the line as the gravity of the accusation settled in. "And I trust you know exactly how to handle situations like that."

"Don’t worry, Mr. Ashkael, we’ll make sure no one employs him again."

Voren ended the call without another word. He already knew what would happen. In the hospitality industry, accusations like that spread quickly, and once a worker was labeled as someone who had spiked a guest’s drink, their career effectively ended overnight.

Francis would never find employment in any respectable establishment across the United States again.

Most likely the man would be forced to move somewhere far away where no one knew his name or his reputation.

A few days later, Voren returned to Manhattan, the towering skyline greeting him as his car rolled into the city.

The moment he settled back into his routine, the first thing he did was call Corvine. "I want to speak with Seraphine," he said politely, Corvine’s indifferent voice responded, "She’s not feeling well."

Voren frowned deeply, his brows drawing together as concern crept into his mind.

He immediately wondered whether traces of wolfsbane were still lingering in her system.

"What’s wrong with her?" he asked sharply. "Put her on the line."

The request left his mouth in a serious tone, but the response he received moments later caused his frown to deepen even further.