The guilty little smile forming on Voren’s face answered her before he even opened his mouth. Seraphine folded her arms. "You did."
Voren lifted both hands in a mock surrender. "I could’ve bought new things," he said, putting extra emphasis on the word could’ve, which made her smile.
"But?" He stepped closer, his voice softening. "I know people get attached to their stuff, especially when those things hold real memories."
Seraphine’s expression melted instantly, as Voren shrugged. "I couldn’t just replace everything. That wouldn’t have felt right."
The more she looked at him, the more her heart melted. It was always the little things with him, the small details most people never even thought about, and Voren noticed them every single time.
A warm smile spread across her face before she could stop it. Honestly, every moment she spent with him just made her fall a little harder, and it was becoming a serious problem. Not that she was looking for a solution.
"You’re incredibly thoughtful," she said, the compliment slipping out naturally. Voren looked pleased with himself, as he should. Then Seraphine remembered something else. "Wait." She pointed toward the hallway. "What was all that about Jasmine?"
A chuckle escaped him right away, like the memory was still hilarious. Seraphine narrowed her eyes. "Voren."
"Alright, alright," he surrendered dramatically. "My mother gave Jasmine a bunch of skimpy clothes." Seraphine blinked. Then blinked again. "A bunch of what?"
Voren’s grin widened by her reaction. "Very skimpy clothes. And lingerie."
For several seconds, Seraphine just stood there trying to process it. Eventually she found her voice. "Your mother bought Jasmine lingerie?" The sentence sounded completely ridiculous even as she said it. Voren nodded. "To seduce me."
The silence in the room was heavy. Then more silence. Then a third stretch of silence. Finally, Seraphine burst out laughing. The whole situation was so absurd she couldn’t hold it in. Voren rubbed his temple.
"It wasn’t funny at the time."
"Oh, it’s funny now," she said, still laughing. He sighed dramatically. "I told her to get rid of everything or kiss her job goodbye. I guess she made the right choice."
Seraphine shook her head. The entire thing sounded unreal. But what surprised her most wasn’t the lingerie—it was his mother’s sheer determination.
For some reason, a tiny spark of jealousy flickered inside her. Very tiny. Extremely tiny. Okay, maybe not that tiny. Jasmine was beautiful. Anyone with eyes could see that.
Her fiery red hair turned heads everywhere she went. She was calm, soft-spoken, and gentle, the kind of woman a lot of Alphas preferred. The kind who rarely challenged them.
Many of Seraphine’s Luna friends were exactly like that: sweet, submissive, and easygoing.
Meanwhile, Seraphine was... well, Seraphine. Stubborn, strong-willed, hot-headed when she needed to be, ambitious, and opinionated.
Completely incapable of sitting quietly when she disagreed with something. She was basically the exact opposite of what most Alphas wanted.
A smile slowly crept across her face. Then again, only Voren would somehow prefer a woman like her. The thought warmed her heart in the best way.
"I have a feeling your mother isn’t going to like me," she admitted. Voren miled faintly, not because the concern was ridiculous, but because he’d already thought about it many times, more times than he cared to admit.
A mysterious smile appeared on his face, which only made her more suspicious. "You’ll see."
"Voren." The warning in her tone only amused him more.
"I’ll have our shaman meet us there," he continued, his eyes softening. "We’ll see what can be done about your memories."
The reminder immediately captured her full attention. All thoughts of his mother and the pack vanished. Only one thing remained: her memories, the missing pieces of her life.
Voren squeezed her hand gently. "Trust me." His smile turned warm, the kind that always made her believe him. "You are going to love it."
An hour later, the day kicked off for real. After covering Esperanza’s face with several big, affectionate kisses and promising to call her later, Seraphine finally headed out of the house.
To her surprise, the little girl didn’t throw any tantrums or beg to come along. Instead, Esperanza simply waved happily from the doorway, standing right beside Jasmine.
"Don’t work too hard, Mommy!" The sweet farewell trailed after Seraphine all the way to the car, warming her the entire ride.
As soon as the vehicle pulled away from the driveway, Corvine let out a long, dramatic sigh of relief. "Finally."
Seraphine turned toward him with a raised eyebrow. "What?" Corvine’s response marveled her completely.

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