Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 162 – Don’t let it get to you.

Voren pressed his lips together, clearly weighing how much he wanted to explain, before finally speaking in a tone that carried both restraint and quiet frustration. "I don’t think you understand what a friendship code actually means."

Corvine didn’t back down. His expression stayed steady, his voice grounded and direct. "Then explain it to me."

Voren shot him a sharp look before continuing, his patience thinning just a little. "Ravyn can reach out to me at any time, and I’m not the kind of person who lies easily. If he asks questions, I won’t be able to dodge everything without slipping at some point, unless you want me to start telling him every single thing Seraphine is planning."

Corvine’s reaction was immediate. "That’s not an option. If he finds out, he’ll tell Daisy, and even if he promises not to, something will get out eventually. It always does."

Voren gave a small nod, like that was exactly the conclusion he wanted him to reach. "Now you see the problem. That’s why I don’t want her anywhere near me right now." He exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as he moved on.

"My beta, Kael, got in last night. He was supposed to leave tonight, but I’m extending his stay. Also, we can’t use my gym anymore. We’ll be training somewhere else, a place owned by a friend of mine in the FBI. He’ll also be providing backup if anything goes wrong."

Corvine accepted that without argument, though there was still one detail bothering him. "What about the pack? Who’s handling things while you’re here?"

"My parents stepped in," Voren replied without hesitation. "They’re overseeing everything for now."

Before Corvine could follow up, Seraphine’s voice cut through the conversation from where she stood, clearly running out of patience. "Are you two planning to stand there all day? I have to be at the hospital in less than four hours."

That was enough to snap them both back. They walked over to her just as Voren finished making a quick call. He slipped his phone away and looked between them.

to my friend’s facility

was no warmth behind it, just a faint curve of her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes. "What

caught off guard for a second before guilt flickered across his face. "It’s not like that," he said quickly. "I just need

it," she said quietly, choosing not to push further, even though the thought

a gym,

sharp, rhythmic cracks of gunfire

faintly overhead, casting a cold, almost clinical glow across the concrete floors. The air carried the heavy scent of gunpowder mixed with oil,

moving with precision and focus, completely absorbed in

mirroring Voren’s. The moment his eyes landed on Seraphine, he dipped his head

gently before

adjusted smoothly without missing a beat. "Miss Walker," he said instead, his tone respectful.

faint smile stretched her lips, more polite than personal.

before stepping away to prepare the equipment, leaving Voren

began guiding her through the basics. "Keep your stance

the handgun and taking a breath before pulling

the target completely, she frowned, adjusted her

Another miss.