Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Chapter 262 – Use me

"Seraphine."

Ravyn’s voice came from the top of the stairs. He was leaning against the banister, unhurried, like he’d been standing there long enough to have heard most of it. "I hope you’ll make it to the moon festival. Next full moon. We’re hosting it here."

Seraphine looked up at him. Her expression didn’t change. "Good luck with that."

Ravyn tilted his head. "You say that like you’re not coming."

"You’re smarter than I give you credit for."

Something flashed in Ravyn’s eyes, quick, hot, and his jaw went tight. He swallowed it down. Voren was three feet away and standing very still, which tended to have that effect on conversations.

"The bond restoration ritual requires input from every werewolf," Ravyn said, his voice measured now. "Packs across the whole world are being contacted. We need everyone."

"I heard you," Seraphine responded without looking up, still unfazed.

"You could find your fated mate there, you know." He came down two steps, and there was something intentional in his tone now, something that was aimed somewhere specific. "He might not be an Alpha, probably—"

"Enough!" Voren’s voice dropped into the room like something heavy hitting a floor.

Ravyn went still on the stairs.

Damon cleared his throat and turned to Seraphine with renewed enthusiasm, the grin sliding back into place. "Alright, forget the festival talk. Sera — hug. Come on." He opened his arms and made sure his eyes found Voren’s over her shoulder, bright and just a little bit reckless. "For the road." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

The temperature in the room dropped by several degrees the moment Seraphine opened her arms to meet Damon halfway.

Voren’s gaze moved to Damon slowly, dark and absolute, the kind of look that didn’t need volume behind it to carry exactly the right amount of warning, and it stayed there, steady and unblinking, and every single person in that room understood exactly what it meant before he even moved.

Nobody saw him move.

One second Voren was standing five feet behind Seraphine, and the next he was simply beside her, around her, his arm hooking under hers from behind and lifting her clean off the ground like she was made of absolutely nothing.

The whole thing happened in the space between one breath and the next and Damon stood there blinking, genuinely trying to work out if he’d missed something.

He was starting to wonder, not entirely as a joke, if Voren had vampire blood somewhere in his line.

"Voren—" Seraphine’s voice pitched up instantly, her legs swinging in the air with zero coordination, her bag bumping against her hip as she twisted left and right and accomplished absolutely nothing. "Put me down. Right now. I mean it."

"Car’s that way." Voren’s voice was completely level. Conversational, even. He was already moving toward the door, Seraphine tucked under one arm like a rolled up carpet, and with his other hand he looked back over his shoulder at Damon and raised one finger.

The middle one.

Damon pressed his lips together very hard.

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