Chapter 749 My wife? How? When?
Voren loved luxury, choosing only the finest brands, the kind of quality that whispered wealth rather than shouted it. His wardrobe was a testament to refined taste, every piece carefully selected, every fabric the best money could buy.
However, ever since Seraphine stepped back into his life, his attention had moved from himself to her alone. She had become the center of his universe, the axis around which everything else turned, and the thought of her filled him with a fierce, steady warmth that never faded.
He had not bought any new accessories for himself, but it was not as if he needed them anyway. He had enough luxury accessories to last him a decade unless he grew tired of them.
But these were different. These were not just items. They were gifts. And they were not only luxury brands, but also customized.
Wristwatches with faces that caught the light in ways that seemed almost magical. Men’s necklaces and bracelets, each link polished to a mirror shine. Belts with buckles that gleamed like captured starlight.
Shoes that were supple and elegant, socks that were soft as silk, cufflinks that sparkled like diamonds. It had no designer brand, only the initials: VS.
Then there were boxer shorts, all in his size, sexy and tempting, the kind of thing that made his imagination run wild and his pulse quicken.
Voren remembered the first time Seraphine bought him clothes at the outlands after the assassin rogue attack.
She had not asked his size and explained that she used to buy them when he was the same size as Ravyn, and she used to buy clothes for Ravyn but he never appreciated so she stopped.
Voren had still kept those clothes like treasured gifts because they were from her, each one a quiet reminder of her care that still made his chest tighten with emotion.
His instincts told him they were from his wife, but they were together throughout their honeymoon, and the little time they spent apart, she was busy with back to back surgeries.
Could it be Corvine? Voren was about to mindlink him but thought against it. They would meet at the gym for training anyway.
He planted a longing kiss on Seraphine’s cheek before changing clothes, freshening up, and leaving for the gym. The morning air was crisp, the sky still painted with the fading colors of dawn, and every step carried the quiet joy of knowing she was waiting for him back in their suite.
Everyone including Corvine was surprised to see him, their faces lighting up with shock and delight that warmed the entire training ground.
Corvine jogged toward him, his expression a mixture of surprise and amusement. “Voren, you are back. I thought you would take more time.”
Voren raised a brow, a flicker of suspicion crossing his features. “Seems to me like you want me out of this pack.”
Corvine laughed, the sound easy and warm. “I just know you might not have that kind of time again soon.” He explained, about to say more when Voren’s voice cut through.
“I guess it is the reason you bought me all those luxury accessories. You should have purchased some for my wife too.”
Corvine laughed again, shaking his head. “Voren, you have a strange sense of humor. I thought you would be upset if I bought anything for Sera, but truth be told, those are not from me. I only followed instructions to deliver them into your closet.”
Voren frowned imperceptibly, a crease forming between his brows. Corvine had a special relationship with Sera, but the guy knew how to draw the lines. “So who are they from?”
Corvine shook his head, a knowing smile playing at his lips. “Your wife, of course. Who else?”
Voren froze instantly, his heart stuttering in his chest, a rush of pure emotion flooding through him so strong it nearly stole his breath. “My wife? How? When?”
Corvine did not know if it was right to give the details. In the end, he did not. “I think you should ask her. That woman loves you so much.” Corvine tapped him gently on the shoulder, “And oh, Ravyn sent a note through Bryan when the pups were having their out of pack training. It read that the ammunitions are ready.”
Now it was time for Voren to launch a fake attack to steal the ammunitions he had already paid for. The plan had been set in motion long ago, and now it was time to execute. “Take a month for your honeymoon. I will handle the rest.”
Corvine raised a brow, surprise flickering across his face. “Why the change? I thought it was two weeks before.”
Voren explained, his voice steady yet full of quiet care. “I figured you will need time for your businesses, and traveling between New York and Paris takes time. You are not planning on turning your back on the Stone Group too, are you?”
His reminder caused Corvine to raise a brow. He never showed interest in his parents’ businesses, but they would still be his responsibility one day. “Thank you, Voren. I will make good use of the time. So can we leave tomorrow, or do you need me for the Centenary mission?”
Voren was about to answer when he heard murmurs, voices rising in excitement. “Our queen came for training.”
His attention instantly moved to the entrance, as that woman who owned his heart gracefully began to walk in, full of energy and confidence, dressed in her training clothes.
She moved like she owned the world, like nothing could touch her, like she was exactly where she belonged, and the sight of her sent a fierce wave of love and pride surging through him.
He frowned a little when she reached him, concern etching itself into his features even as his heart raced. “You should be resting. What are you doing here?”
Seraphine smiled, and her revelation warmed Voren’s heart so deeply it felt like sunlight breaking through every shadow.