Chapter 240: Chapter 240 - I should never have let a third party into our private matters

The pack members stared at Bryan with the particular fascination people reserve for something they didn’t see coming, and his little voice rang out across the gym with a clarity that left absolutely no room for misunderstanding.

"They should run around the pack the whole day, screaming Mommy’s name with apology."

’You were right to forgive him,’ Marsha said in Seraphine’s mind like warm light through a window. ’He seems smarter than his father.’

Seraphine’s mouth curved slightly, but she didn’t reply.

Bryan had seen his father hand down that exact punishment before, had watched it play out from whatever corner he’d been tucked into, absorbing more than anyone had given him credit for.

Ravyn knew it too, and the faint smile that crossed his face carried a complicated kind of pride in it, the sort that comes with the uncomfortable realization that your child has been paying closer attention to you than you realized.

"So little?" Ravyn said, his voice unhurried, almost gentle. "You think that’s enough for what they did?"

The discomfort in the room had been building gradually, the kind that doesn’t announce itself all at once but settles in slowly, layer by layer, the way cold does when you’ve been standing in it too long.

Confusion had started to bleed into something more uneasy. Everyone in that gym had spent years watching Ravyn make his feelings about Seraphine perfectly clear, and the minds that needed this to still be about comforting his son were holding onto that interpretation with everything they had.

"If Mommy doesn’t forgive them," Bryan said, his small voice carrying a coolness that was almost startling coming from a child his size, "then they have to keep going until she is satisfied."

Ravyn straightened to his full height, and everyone felt it. The way the energy changed when he stopped being a father crouched at his son’s level and became an Alpha standing in front of his pack.

"First of all," he said, his gaze moving across the room with the measured weight of someone who had decided exactly what was going to happen here, "I have something to say to my ex-wife."

The quiet that followed was the heavy kind that presses down on a space and makes everyone in it suddenly very aware of where they’re standing and what their face is doing.

Seraphine glanced at him. One look, brief and unreadable, and then she turned and walked to the nearest resting bench with the unhurried ease of someone who had decided in advance not to give this moment more than it deserved.

She lowered herself onto it and waited, back straight, hands loose in her lap.

Damon drifted closer to Ravyn, not intrusively, just near enough to watch, his expression carrying the careful attention of someone trying to read a situation before it read him.

"Seraphine." Ravyn’s voice had changed in the texture of it, something that had moved away from Alpha and toward something more personal and harder to produce. "I’m sorry for not seeing it sooner. I should never have let a third party into our private matters."

The confusion that moved through the room was visible on almost every face, a ripple of it, spreading outward from where he stood. Nobody was quite sure what they’d just heard.

The words themselves were plain enough, but the weight underneath them landed differently depending on where you were standing.

Daisy’s face had gone carefully neutral. But her eyes were doing the math. ’Third party.’ The words sat in the room without a name attached to them, and everyone who needed to understand understood.

Ravyn had expected it to land softly, maybe even counted on some small opening, a crack in the wall Seraphine kept so immaculately maintained. A moment of warmth, maybe.

Enough to begin the longer process of rebuilding something he could eventually use to put himself in the position of investing in MindNest, of becoming useful to her again, of finding his way back into a dynamic where he had some footing in her life but...

He’d read her wrong before, and he was reading her wrong again now.

"I don’t need your apology, Ravyn." Her voice was even. Not cold exactly, just completely unbothered, the way deep water is unbothered by what happens on the surface. She didn’t look up from where she sat. "And I don’t have time to waste. I’m leaving for the lab as soon as my two hours are up, and ten minutes of that is already gone."

’goddess,’ Marsha breathed inside her, practically glowing. You should just stay in that city permanently. I love you more every single day.’

Seraphine smiled to herself but said nothing to Marsha.

Daisy’s fingers had curled at her sides, a small, tight movement that she probably wasn’t fully aware of.

The sight of Seraphine sitting there like that, composed and faintly amused and completely unmoved by an Alpha’s public apology, had gotten under her skin in a way she was struggling to keep off her face. "Can’t you be a little understanding?"

The words came out with a brightness that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "He’s an Alpha, and yet he’s apologizing to you in front of his entire pack, letting his guard down, and you’re just—"

"I don’t believe I mentioned you."

Seraphine’s voice didn’t rise, it simply cut, clean and precise, landing exactly where it was aimed. Her eyes moved to Daisy for the first time, and held there. "Unlike you, I don’t measure myself by what other people think of me. Their opinions don’t matter, and they don’t shape me."

One of the warriors near the back opened his mouth, but when his eyes found Bryan, still standing near his father, still watching everything with those attentive dark eyes, he closed it again.

"Seraphine, you have every right to feel however you feel," Ravyn said, and he meant it, even if his reasons for saying it weren’t entirely selfless. Then he turned to face the room.

"She is not here because of me. I had to pay for her services, and since every one of you did such an outstanding job of provoking her with that laughter this morning, I’ll be splitting the cost of those services across your salaries."

The silence that followed was a different kind entirely.