Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 – The viral video

Pete moved fast, instinct overriding thought as he lunged for the phone, relief flickered across his face before he could stop it.

Voren had a long-standing habit of destroying whatever was within reach when his temper snapped, glass, screens, and even furniture.

That was why Pete had personally ensured that most items in the office, especially Voren’s phone, were reinforced or shockproof. It wasn’t aesthetics, but a way of saving cost.

By the time Pete straightened, Voren was already on his feet. "I have to go," he said curtly, his voice tight, clipped. There was a dangerous calm to him now, the kind that always came right before the storm. "Call me when the arrangement is made, and I’ll catch up with you." 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

Pete nodded once, wisely choosing not to speak. Voren was already striding toward the door, his long steps eating up the distance as if the walls themselves offended him. The office door swung open and slammed shut behind him.

Half an hour later, Voren was at Ravyn’s floor, not announcing himself, or following protocol. The matter at hand was too urgent for any of that.

He pushed open the office doors with force, cutting straight into an ongoing meeting. Ravyn was seated at the head of the table, several senior staff members mid-discussion, documents spread out before them.

The room fell silent as Voren entered, his presence sharp and unmistakable. "Ravyn," Voren said, his voice low but intense. "We need to talk." He looked around, faces glued to his and tilted his head to the right. "Outside."

Ravyn frowned, immediately catching the tension in Voren’s rigid posture, the hard set of his jaw. Whatever this was, seemed urgent. Without protest, he rose to his feet and rather dismissed the meeting

"You’ll excuse me," Ravyn told his team evenly. "We’ll continue this later."

Confused glances followed them as the staff filed out, murmuring among themselves. The door hadn’t even fully closed behind the last person when Voren punched Ravyn in the face, the impact was sharp, brutal.

Ravyn staggered back, more from shock than pain, his head snapping to the side. He didn’t retaliate, just stared at Voren, stunned.

"What has gotten into you?" Ravyn asked, genuinely bewildered, but Voren’s chest heaved, his fist trembled at his side as fury battled disbelief in his eyes.

Then he stopped short when he saw it. The honesty and confusion, real, and unguarded. "How could you?" Voren demanded hoarsely. "How could you do this, Ravyn?"

Ravyn stared blankly, wondering if it was about his plummeting stocks but Voren pulled out his phone and shoved it forward, playing the video.

The sounds spilled into the quiet office, too familiar, too intimate, and unmistakable. Ravyn’s eyes widened in horror, color draining from his face. "No," he breathed. "Where did you get this?"

"Does it matter?" Voren snapped. "It’s everywhere around the packs, gone viral."

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