Chapter 120
I will send Daisy away
“I know she still loves me, and once I tell her that I ended things with Daisy she will crawl back to me,” Ravyn said with the stubborn confidence of a man who had convinced himself that time, betrayal, and pain meant nothing as long as he could return and say the words he believed she wanted to hear.
Inside Voren’s office, those words hung in the air like something sour, and Voren suddenly found himself wondering how he had spent so many years standing beside Ravyn without recognizing the depth of the man’s blindness.
Voren’s gaze slowly moved across the room until it landed on Seraphine, who sat quietly in her chair with her phone resting in one hand while her thumb moved across the screen in smooth, unhurried motions.
She looked calm, composed, and completely unmoved by the chaos unraveling outside those walls.
Yet the more Voren watched her, the more he realized something fundamental had changed about the woman Ravyn believed he could simply win back with a few words and a convenient apology.
Seraphine no longer carried the softness Ravyn remembered.
Whatever warmth had once lived inside her had hardened into something colder, sharper, and far more dangerous than anyone in the pack had anticipated.
Even now, while she claimed to be dating Leon, Voren could clearly see that her heart was not involved in the arrangement.
The emotion people usually carried when they spoke about someone they loved did not appear anywhere in her expression, and whenever her eyes lifted from the phone screen the only thing burning inside them was quiet, relentless revenge.
The question that continued bothering Voren was why she had agreed to date Leon at all, because the situation felt strange in a way he could not quite understand, though every instinct in his body told him that the relationship existed for a reason he had uncovered yet.
For the moment, however, that mystery remained buried beneath the far more immediate problem Ravyn had created.
“I wish you all the best, my friend,” Voren said in a calm voice that carried a distance Ravyn probably had not expected to hear, and without offering another word he ended the call before the conversation could wander into even more foolish territory.
The moment the connection disappeared, the room settled into a heavy silence that lasted only a few seconds before the sound of another ringing phone broke through the quiet.
Corvine glanced down at the screen of his device before lifting his eyes toward Seraphine. “It’s Ravyn,” he informed her. Seraphine did not look surprised by the information.
After all, she had changed her number since moving to the city, which meant Ravyn had no way of contacting her directly anymore, and a desperate man always searched for another path when the first door closed in his face.
“Tell him that I’m too busy to speak with a dead man like him,” she said in a cold, detached voice that carried not even the smallest trace of emotion.
Corvine’s lips curved slightly before he answered the call, and although he already knew exactly what he intended to say, he still activated the speaker so everyone in the room could hear Ravyn’s response.
“She says that she’s too busy to talk to a dead man like you.”
Ravyn’s voice arrived immediately, heavy with desperation that had grown stronger since the previous call ended.
“Corvine, please, for the sake of old times help me out,” he pleaded, his voice tight with panic as the reality of his two friends collapsing world continued closing in around him. “Look, I am sorry about the child, but I cannot bring her back, so tell Sera to come back to the pack and everything will return to normal because I will send Daisy away and remove her from the pack completely.”
The sound that escaped Corvine’s mouth carried open scorn. “Ravyn, it seems you are the only person still living in the past,” Corvine said with unmistakable disdain.
His eyes briefly moved toward Seraphine while he continued speaking, and although his words carried one message, the quiet intensity in his gaze suggested something far more complicated existed beneath the surface.
“As for Sera, she has already moved on and is now with Leon,” he continued, though the expression in his eyes did not fully support the statement he had just made.
He paused for a moment before delivering the final words that ended the conversation.
“Bryan needs both his mother and father in his life, and you made your choices, now you must live with the consequences.”
Without waiting for Ravyn’s reply, Corvine disconnected the call. The silence that followed felt strangely satisfying.
For the first time since Seraphine and Leon began their fake dating, Corvine felt genuinely pleased about the arrangement because the relationship created enough distance to keep foolish men like Ravyn from believing they could still step back into her life.
“You seem to know exactly what to say about her,” Voren remarked after a moment, his voice thoughtful while his eyes studied Corvine with a complicated expression.
Corvine responded with an easy smile that carried a quiet confidence. “Sera and I are very close,” he said calmly. “Most of the time I understand what she is thinking even before she says anything.”
For reasons Voren could not immediately explain, that answer left a faint sense of discomfort lingering in his chest.
His gaze moved toward Seraphine as though expecting her to interrupt the statement or contradict it in some way, but she offered no reaction at all.
Instead, she remained focused on her phone until the device suddenly began ringing again.
Seraphine lifted her head and accepted the call without hesitation, activating the speaker function once more so every person in the room could clearly hear what was about to be said.
Her decision carried a clear purpose.
She wanted Voren to understand exactly who stood behind the sudden collapse of Gray and Riven, even in their own packs.
“Augustine,” Seraphine said calmly when the call connected, her voice carrying the quiet authority of someone accustomed to being obeyed. “Two Alphas poisoned me at a club, and I want justice.”
The moment those words reached his ears, Voren’s expression changed immediately.
Alarm crossed his face as he leaned forward in his chair, his voice tightening with concern.
“Sera, you have already destroyed them financially, so please stop before this goes any further.”