Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever-Chapter 115 - Why did you save my life?

Corvine had already begun taking a respectful step backward, intending to give Seraphine the space she needed for whatever conversation she had come to have, yet the moment his foot moved Seraphine lifted one brow in a slow, unmistakable gesture that carried calm authority along with quiet insistence, and the look alone was enough to make him pause where he stood.

Her voice came out steady and completely certain as she spoke. "Wherever I go, he goes."

There was no anger in her tone and no raised voice, yet the meaning behind those words could not have been clearer, because she had absolutely no intention of walking into Voren’s office alone when she did not trust him enough to let her guard down, and bringing Corvine with her was not a request but a condition that she had already decided would not change.

Corvine felt a faint smile stretching his lips before he could stop it, warmth spreading quietly through his chest as the realization settled in that she trusted him enough to insist on his presence without hesitation, which was not something he ever took lightly.

Across the room, something flashed briefly in Voren’s eyes when he heard her response, the reaction appearing and disappearing quickly enough that most people would have missed it entirely if they had not been paying close attention.

Corvine noticed, but Voren did not argue.

Instead of challenging her decision or questioning the condition she had placed on the meeting, he simply stepped back inside the office and waited, allowing the matter to pass without comment even though the silence that followed carried a subtle tension that lingered between the three of them.

Once Seraphine crossed the room and lowered herself into the chair across from Voren’s desk, her posture straight and composed in a way that revealed nothing about the thoughts moving through her mind, Corvine moved forward without a word and placed a stack of documents carefully on the polished surface of the desk.

The papers had been arranged in advance with precise organization.

He spread them out neatly in front of Voren, aligning the pages so they could be read easily while keeping several sheets separated to one side, his movements calm and controlled as though this meeting had been planned down to the smallest detail.

Voren’s eyes followed the movement of the papers before his attention settled on the small stack that Corvine had kept apart from the rest.

A hint of curiosity appeared in his expression as he leaned back slightly in his chair and looked up.

"Whose are those?"

Corvine glanced toward Seraphine for a brief moment, silently checking whether she preferred to answer the question herself or wanted him to speak instead, and when she remained quiet while watching Voren with the same unreadable calm she had maintained since entering the room, he gave the answer in a simple, even tone.

"Gordon’s."

The name immediately pulled a memory to the surface of Voren’s mind, reminding him of Gordon’s complete confidence in Seraphine’s abilities and the way the older man had trusted her judgment without hesitation, which was something Voren had noticed more than once.

He gave a slow nod before reaching forward to pick up the first document resting on the desk.

As he began reading through the pages, the relaxed expression he had worn earlier faded little by little while his focus sharpened.

Every line of the document had been written with remarkable precision.

The details were organized clearly, the clauses constructed carefully, and the legal phrasing had been chosen in a way that left almost no room for confusion or loopholes, which made it obvious to anyone familiar with contracts that the person who prepared it understood exactly how these agreements needed to be structured.

Voren continued turning the pages one by one. The further he read, the more his attention deepened.

Each section supported the next with logical consistency, every condition explained with clarity that left nothing vague or incomplete, and by the time he reached the final page his brow lifted slightly while reluctant admiration crept into his expression.

"You captured everything correctly," he said, his tone thoughtful as he set the last page down.

For a brief moment he found himself studying Seraphine more closely.

Why was she this intelligent?

The thought appeared before he could stop it.

Then he remembered that she had once been a Luna, a female leader who had stood beside Ravyn while managing responsibilities within the pack, which meant she had not been some helpless figure standing in the background.

Even so, another realization quickly followed. Not every Luna possessed that level of capability.

Many of them allowed the pack betas or to handle most of the responsibilities that came with leadership while they focused on appearances or ceremonial duties, which meant intelligence alone could not explain the precision in front of him.

Seraphine had always had Corvine assisting her, yet the way these documents had been written made one thing very clear because Corvine was not there when the agreement was reached and yet, she never left anything to chance.

The work reflected someone who reviewed every possibility, someone who examined details carefully before making decisions, someone who ensured that every outcome had already been considered long before anyone else realized there might be a risk.

Without making any additional comments, Voren picked up the pen resting on his desk and signed the final page, his signature flowing smoothly across the paper before he closed the file and pushed the stack of documents back across the desk toward Seraphine.

The papers slid to a stop in front of her.

Just as he returned the file, Seraphine lifted her gaze from the documents and looked directly at him, her expression calm in a way that made it impossible to guess what she might be thinking.

"Why did you save my life?" she asked quietly.

The question landed between them with the sudden weight of something neither of them had expected to confront so directly.

Voren’s body went completely rigid the moment the words reached him.