"I will not give you a single coin of alimony unless you apologize for what you did to Daisy."
The words sounded insulting in Seraphine’s ears, but she was strangely calm. When she finally spoke, her voice was deceptively calm, as she moved toward Daisy in slow, measured steps.
No one knew that what she wanted to do, was in getting even for what they did to her child. No woman would remain the same after hearing that her child had been murdered by the very people she protected.
Even though Corvine had saved the child, her where abouts were still unknown so someone had to pay and one of those people, was Daisy.
Every movement Seraphine made was controlled, almost regal. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck, exposing her pale throat and the sharp line of her jaw.
There was nothing reckless about her posture, as this was not the walk of a woman cornered. It was the approach of someone who had already decided how the encounter would end.
Across the room, Ravyn’s lips curled into a satisfied, sly smile. He had expected resistance, fury, perhaps another emotional outburst.
Instead, her compliance lulled him. So she was not as proud as he thought. The realization loosened his guard, and the sound came before the shock.
A sharp, resonating slap echoed through the hall, snapping Daisy’s head violently to the side. Before anyone could react, Seraphine followed it with a brutal kick that sent Daisy crashing to the floor.
"This," Seraphine said coldly, "is my apology." Her eyes were dark, void of warmth, or mercy. The air around her seemed to thicken, heavy with authority and restrained fury.
"Seraphine!" Ravyn roared as she lifted her hand again, ready to strike, but he lunged forward, catching her wrist mid-air, his grip tight, possessive, furious.
Daisy curled in on herself like a wounded animal, sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling as if she expected another blow at any second.
With a sharp twist of her wrist, Seraphine broke free of Ravyn’s hold. The movement was smooth, almost graceful, as though she had done this before, stunning him.
Sure, every Luna was exceptionally skilled, but Seraphine’s was different. No number of words could describe the side of her he just saw.
"Until the divorce is finalized," she said, her voice steady and commanding, "I am still the Luna of this pack. And I have every right to discipline my subordinate."
The weight of her words pressed down on the room. It was not an opinion, but law. The Luna’s authority superseded interference, even from an Alpha.
Ravyn’s jaw tightened. "That discipline should have a reason," he challenged, unwilling to retreat.
Seraphine’s gaze slowly returned to Daisy, her expression unreadable. "I have been too quiet, too lenient." Her lips curved into a humorless chuckle. "You wanted an apology? That was her first offense."
She took a step forward, intent written in every line of her body. She was seconds away from tearing Daisy apart when Ravyn spoke again, his voice low and threatening.
"If you touch her again, you’ll leave me no choice. You already signed everything over to me. I can refuse you alimony."
Seraphine stopped. For a brief moment, something flickered across her face. Calculation, not fear. She stepped back slowly. "Alright," she said evenly. "I give up."

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