Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20: Chapter 20 - She doesn’t want to conduct any business with you

Humphrey and Kylie watched him with the same quiet amusement they reserved for storms they had already outrun.

Years of experience had taught them how to sense danger long before it arrived, and Daisy, desperate, grasping, and wildly overconfident, was a threat so poorly disguised it almost insulted them.

They knew Seraphine far too well. Her intelligence, resilience, and quiet ferocity. Whatever game Daisy thought she was playing, Seraphine’s legacy was a shoe she would never fit into no matter how hard she forced her foot.

"What makes you think we’ll tell you anything?" Humphrey said calmly, though the edge beneath his voice was unmistakable. "Seraphine is our daughter now, and it’s our responsibility to protect her from people like you."

The words struck Ravyn square in the chest, sharp and unforgiving, like a blow he hadn’t braced for. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening. "You talk as if I’m some bastard," he snapped. "Aren’t you my parents?"

Kylie didn’t flinch. Humphrey didn’t hesitate.

"By DNA, yes," Humphrey replied coldly. "But in intelligence? In conduct? No." His eyes burned red, not with fury alone but with disappointment that ran bone-deep. "The moment you divorced Seraphine, you lost us. Now leave, and don’t come back looking for her."

Because of him, Seraphine had chosen the city over the pack. Because of him, she had severed herself from everything she once belonged to, and if she married a human, then the pack would lose her forever.

The words echoed louder than the raised voice itself. Ravyn wanted to argue but there were too many unresolved matters demanding his attention, too many fires burning elsewhere for him to linger where he was no longer welcome.

That thought sat heavy in his chest as he drove straight to the airport, boarded his private jet, and left the territory behind.

New York greeted him with steel, glass, and ambition. By the time he landed, Kevin Blake, his ever-efficient assistant was already waiting.

"Sir," Kevin said as they walked, tablet tucked under his arm, "I arranged the meeting with the agent, Maddox Grey. However, he informed me that his client, Marjorie Steward, has declined to meet you personally."

Ravyn stopped mid-stride. That alone was unacceptable. He didn’t leave his pack for this kind of nonsense. Ravyn said flatly. "Put him on the line."

He strode into the towering office that occupied the very heart of Manhattan, its panoramic windows overlooking a city that bent easily to his will. The intercom rang the moment he set his briefcase down.

"Sir, Maddox is on the line," Kevin said, then disconnected.

Ravyn inhaled slowly, collecting himself before speaking. "Mr. Grey. This is Ravyn Walker. I received your request to cancel your client’s investment, and I’d like to know the reason."

There was a brief pause on the other end. "Mr. Walker... I never expected to speak with you directly. I’m honored," Maddox said. "However, my client has refused to meet with you."

Ravyn’s gaze turned glacial. Who the hell was Marjorie Steward, and how dare she refuse him?

"Then your client needs to understand Section Five of the contract," Ravyn said coolly. "Only the investor herself may request cancellation. And the funds must be transferred directly into her account, not through an agent."

Silence followed long enough for Ravyn to know Maddox was checking the contract, re-reading clauses, scrambling to find footing.

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