Corvine’s eyes moved slowly across the space, taking everything in with that same sharp awareness he always carried, but this time there was a faint crease forming between his brows, like something wasn’t quite sitting right with him. "What’s the problem?" he asked, his voice steady but laced with curiosity as he turned back to Seraphine.
From an outsider’s perspective, everything looked more than perfect. The massive office had already been divided into a structured workstation layout, clean and intentional, with only the managers and the IT department getting private offices while the rest of the space remained open, efficient, and ready for movement and collaboration.
But Seraphine didn’t look impressed.
Her gaze drifted again, slower this time, more critical, like she was searching for something specific and coming up empty. "I haven’t seen any space that fits my office," she said, her tone thoughtful, almost distracted, like her mind was already running ahead of the moment.
Corvine blinked once, then a small smile spread across his face, like he had been waiting for her to bring that up. "That’s because the biggest office is reserved for the CEO," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of pride. "I was planning to have it set up in your favorite colors, with everything you’d need. Even a really comfortable sofa, especially for those days when you need to rest... you know, that time of the month."
That last part caught her off guard in a way she hadn’t expected.
For a split second, the conversation around business, offices, and responsibilities faded into the background as something much more personal pushed its way forward.
That time of the month. The pain, the discomfort, the way everything always felt heavier during those days.
And beneath that... something deeper.
Her wolf.
A quiet ache spread through her chest, subtle but persistent, like a missing piece she couldn’t reach no matter how hard she tried. She was starting to realize just how difficult it really was to live away from the pack, away from that part of herself that made her whole.
No shifting, no connection, no silent conversations with her wolf that used to ground her when everything else felt like too much.
It made her wonder, not for the first time, how others managed it. How they survived this distance without feeling like something inside them was slowly fading.
She pulled herself back to the present with a soft exhale.
"Thanks," she said, her voice calm again, though the weight of those thoughts hadn’t completely left her, "but I’m not planning on being the CEO. That role comes with responsibilities I don’t have time for right now."
The effect of her words on Corvine was immediate.
He stared at her, clearly caught off guard, like the idea hadn’t even crossed his mind. "If not you... then who?" he asked, confusion slipping into his tone.
Seraphine turned toward him fully this time, and the smile that curved her lips carried something deeper than humor, something rooted in trust, in familiarity, in everything they had been through together.
"Who else but the one person I trust the most?" she said softly. "You."
Corvine didn’t move.
For a moment, he just stood there, frozen in place, her words settling over him in a way that felt heavier than he expected. It wasn’t just a title she was offering him. It was trust. Responsibility. A piece of everything she was building.
And that meant something.
A lot.



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