Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 103 – Let’s get ready for her funeral

Gray and Riven were still riding the high from their little scheme, both of them leaning back in their chairs with wide, satisfied grins plastered across their faces when the waiter finally came back.

The man looked tense, almost like his nerves had been stretched too tight, yet he still forced himself to walk over to their table.

"She drank it," the waiter said quietly, his voice trembling with excitement and fear at the same time. "My money."

Riven didn’t even hesitate. He reached into his wallet, pulled out a thick wad of cash, and stuffed it into the waiter’s hands without bothering to count the bills. The movement came with a smug smile, the kind that carried a sense of victory.

"I hope nobody saw anything," Riven said under his breath, his eyes narrowing as he studied the man in front of him.

The waiter’s throat tightened instantly.

Voren Ashkael had seen him.

The memory alone made his stomach twist into a tight knot, and the weight of the cash in his hand suddenly felt like something far heavier than paper. Panic flickered across his face, though he tried his best to keep it hidden.

"No, no," he said quickly, shaking his head in a rush as he clutched the money. "Nobody saw."

Without waiting another second, he turned and hurried away from their table, his steps almost stumbling over themselves as he made his escape. Every instinct inside him screamed that he needed to get out before things turned ugly, because once chaos began in a place like this, nobody ever walked away clean.

Back at the table, Gray leaned back in his chair with a satisfied breath.

"We taught that bitch a lesson," he said with cold approval, his voice heavy with cruel satisfaction. "In her next life, she’ll know where she belongs."

Riven nodded immediately, his expression just as vicious.

"Ravyn would be proud of us," he added with a low chuckle. "That woman has caused him nothing but trouble since she showed up, and now she’s finally getting what she deserves."

raised his glass in mock celebration. "Let’s get

still playing in the background and the low hum of conversation filling

shout ripped

a voice yelled, loud and

Riven stiffened

was Justin Clark, a human who usually kept to himself and rarely spoke to anyone unless it was absolutely necessary. The fact that he was raising his voice now made it painfully clear just how shaken he

"If people can get poisoned in a club like this, what

wildfire. "I hope our chairman handles this," Justin added with a frustrated

Riven’s ears, the smug smiles that had been sitting comfortably on their faces

stomachs dropped. If Voren found out what they had done,

They would be finished.

"Pretend you know nothing," he muttered under his

nodded without hesitation, the tension in his shoulders suddenly obvious as

greeting a few familiar faces here and there so nobody would

feet away from the door when the voice they had been

The word slammed through the air

the middle of a crowded place full of humans who had no idea

toward Gray for half a second. "Run," he

through their veins, pushing down anything that stood in their way,

back of their heads. Glass exploded, bright liquid splashed everywhere as bottles shattered against them, spraying the floor with streaks of

gasped, the mess chaotic than anyone

feet away with another bottle already in his hand, his expression cold and terrifyingly focused as he grabbed more liquor bottles

each impact sent more glass and

heap near the

around them looked like a battlefield made of broken glass and

the men by the leg and began dragging him across the floor like dead weight before grabbing the

room had gone silent, and

from the side, clearly unsure how far this situation was going to

his head. The gesture alone