Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 4 - This is your time

Alpha Voren Ashkael of the Grimroot Pack was not merely powerful. He was absolute.

His name alone carried weight across America’s business circles. He was the strongest Alpha to ever rise from the eastern territories, his wealth rivaling entire councils and nations, his looks the kind that turned heads.

With a single command, corporations bent, and with a single glance, Alphas reconsidered their ambitions. Submission followed him as naturally as breath.

Yet for all his dominance, everyone knew one thing. Alpha Voren was the only Alpha who hated women. Some said he was gay, and others side he was allergic to them.

And that was precisely why whispers followed him wherever he went, why the packs wondered why the most coveted Alpha in the nation had never taken a mate, why the Grimroot Pack remained without a Luna.

Those who knew Voren understood that when he wanted something, he claimed it without hesitation. So why hadn’t he claimed any woman?

Seraphine’s foot caught on the uneven stone path, her weakened leg betraying her before she could steady herself. She would have fallen hard if not for a strong hand gripping her arm, pulling her upright with controlled force.

"Watch where you’re going," Voren said calmly, his voice was as cold and sharp as ever, a blade honed by years of command.

Seraphine did not look at him for long. "Thanks for catching me," she replied, bitterness threading through her tone like poison beneath silk.

Then she pulled free. Gone like the wind, her figure disappearing down the corridor before Voren could say another word. His gaze followed her longer than he cared to admit, jaw tightening slightly as her scent faded into the air.

Seraphine did not slow. Her legs carried her instinctively to the only place that mattered, the pack hospital.

If answers existed anywhere, they were buried there. The corridors were quiet, unnaturally so. White lights hummed above her as she moved from room to room, opening cabinets, rifling through archives, pulling files with trembling hands.

research notes, birth logs, death certificates. Anything, anything that could tell her how

heart pounded painfully in her chest, but she did not expect help. "Corvine," she said quietly when she noticed him lingering by

his mouth as if to speak, then closed it again, swallowing hard. "Luna... what are

him. Since the moment she entered the hospital, everyone had avoided her like a disease. Nurses averted their gaze, researchers disappeared behind doors, and doctors who once respected her work now pretended

led most of the pack’s medical research, developed cures, saved lives. She had even created the compound that countered the chemical attack that left

but none of that mattered. If she found even the smallest clue about her deceased daughter, if there was even a sliver of hope, she would

softly, precariously calm, "tell me the truth, anything. What do you know about my daughter? How

dropped to the floor. "Luna... they ordered me

hands froze mid-motion, documents slipping

hoarsely. Her head snapped up, hope blazing in her eyes so suddenly it hurt. "So she’s alive," she whispered. "She’s alive,

outer borders. I panicked and gave the child to her before the warriors caught up to me. I didn’t

"I killed a wild animal instead, burned it,

her lips. Relief crashed into her like a wave, knees nearly buckling as renewed hope

you describe the woman?" she

"It was dark. Visibility was terrible, I’m sorry. I hated you then, I truly did. I

had known this, I would have signed the divorce papers a long time ago." She

archives, fingers flying now, pulling out folders with precision. Corvine frowned.

kill my child," she said coldly. "Why

vial after vial, pouring irreplaceable compounds down the drain. Years of research, breakthroughs that could save

her own skills," Seraphine continued.

but they had destroyed her heart. From this moment on,

to the pack house, night had already settled in. Laughter echoed from Ravyn’s study, sharp and mocking