Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 283

Chapter 283: Chapter 283 - Who is Marigold’s mother?

Voren looked genuinely thrown. Like the sight of her like this was a variable he hadn’t accounted for and didn’t know what to do with. It almost would’ve been funny, Seraphine thought distantly, if she wasn’t so tired.

She’d had plenty of practice at this. Smiling when things were not fine. Keeping her voice even. Giving people exactly the version of herself they were comfortable with. She’d gotten so good at it that sometimes she forgot she was doing it at all. Apparently, she’d slipped.

"Nothing." Her free hand moved to his, trying to work his fingers loose from her arm. "Can you let go?"

Her eyes slid sideways, scanning without meaning to — the staircase door, halfway down the hall on the left. Exit signs always glowed red like small promises.

Voren caught it. His grip didn’t tighten, but it didn’t release either. He’d followed her gaze and understood exactly what it meant. If he let go, she was gone.

"Not until you tell me why you’re crying."

Seraphine looked back at him. The bitter thing that moved across her face wasn’t quite a smile, but it wore a smile’s shape. Her voice came out quieter than she intended, not soft, just stripped of whatever energy she’d been using to hold the question back.

"You know everything about my life." The words were measured, careful, like she was laying them down one at a time. "Every piece of it." Her eyes held his, steady despite the wet at their edges. "But yours? Sealed. Locked. Like it doesn’t exist unless you decide to open the door."

She knew how Voren operated. She’d watched him long enough to know that if she gave him the space to redirect, to deflect, to turn the conversation into something else entirely, he would. So she didn’t give him the space.

"Who is Marigold’s mother?" The question came before the air had even settled. "Where is she? Why is there no mention of her anywhere?" Her eyes searched his face, quick and urgent. "And what happened between the two of you that made you —"

The questions stopped.

Not because she ran out of them. She had more. A whole lineup of them, stacked and ready. But something in his face made her words dry up mid-air.

His expression had hardened. Not into the blank, unreadable wall she was used to, that careful nothing he wore in public. This was different. Darker. Like a sky that changes color before a storm rolls in and you realize you misjudged how close it was.

"I don’t see why any of these questions should have you this upset." His voice was controlled, but just barely. Not angry. Tighter than that.

Seraphine’s arm moved again, testing his grip. Still there, firm even. Her eyes flicked sideways, the hallway had started to notice them. A nurse slowed down without quite stopping. A man by the vending machine wasn’t looking at the vending machine anymore.

She could feel the weight of being looked at prickling across her skin but Voren felt none of it, apparently. Or if he did, he’d decided it wasn’t his problem.

"The whole time we were at the pack," she continued, watching how his jaw tightened. "And the outlands. You dug. You watched. You asked questions about me, about my business, about things that had nothing to do with whatever arrangement we had."

Her eyes stayed on his face, not letting him look away for long. "And the entire time, you gave me nothing. Not one real thing about yourself. Not about Marigold —" she stopped, catching herself. "Not about anyone in your life."

Seraphine swallowed. The muscles in her throat worked against it.

She thought about the rumors. The ones that followed Voren’s name around like weather follows a front, inevitable, loud, easy to believe.

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