Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 215 – I want her

Ravyn lingered at the entrance of the lab longer than he intended, the sound of Bryan’s laughter wrapping around him in a way that felt unfamiliar, almost unsettling, because it carried a kind of carefree joy he hadn’t heard from the boy in a very long time, if ever.

His gaze settled on Seraphine standing beside him, guiding him patiently, he couldn’t ignore the quiet realization forming in his chest that this version of Bryan, bright and unrestrained, existed so easily around her.

For a brief moment, he simply watched.

Then the laughter faded.

Not gradually, not naturally, but as if something unseen had pressed down on the moment and altered it, replacing that warmth with a low, vibrating growl that immediately tightened the air.

Ravyn’s attention snapped toward Voren, the change too obvious to ignore, his brows drawing together as concern edged into his expression. "Voren... are you alright?" he asked, his voice steady, though there was a clear note of caution beneath it.

Inside Voren’s mind, however, calm was nowhere to be found.

’I want her,’ Bloodfang’s voice rose, rough and insistent, carrying a pull that felt foreign even to Voren, something deeper than simple curiosity, something that pressed forward with unsettling certainty. ’She’s better than—’

’Enough,’ Voren cut in sharply, his jaw tightening as he forced control over his wolf. ’She’s not ours.’

’You’re wrong,’ Bloodfang pushed back without hesitation, his tone almost amused, as though he had already settled on something Voren hadn’t fully grasped yet. ’We have more in common than you think.’

That made Voren pause, if only for a second, the words settling uneasily in his mind.

’And you’re only noticing that now?’ Voren asked, his voice carrying a hint of mockery that Bloodfang found deeply irritating.

was something wrong

not to any she-wolf, not in all the years he had his wolf since he turned fifteen, and yet now, his attention was

wasn’t the first time they met in a pack were both

voice lowering but not losing its insistence, ’but I want

leaving no room for argument, even as a flicker of unease settled deeper within him. This wasn’t a mate bond so

"Voren."

voice broke through again, louder this time, pulling

responded, blinking once as he refocused,

a run?" Ravyn asked, studying him more closely now, clearly noticing more than Voren would have liked.

it, smoothing his expression into something far more controlled, even if the discomfort

though his thoughts were already turning inward again. ’Try that again and I’ll lock you up for a week,’ he

threading through his

his silence didn’t stop Bloodfang’s control, pushing his gaze toward Seraphine, and catching the faintest hint of color on her cheeks before it disappeared so quickly it almost

wolf any ideas,’ Voren muttered,

made it clear to her already,’ Bloodfang replied,

That was enough.

slipped, and before anyone could question him, he turned toward the exit, his steps quicker than usual, his voice low but clear as he muttered, "I need some air," the words

into a quiet tension once he was gone, the kind that lingered because no one fully understood what had just happened, even though they all felt

filled with smug certainty, clearly pleased with herself. ’His

kept her expression composed, though her thoughts were anything but still. ’At least you’re aware of that,’ she replied evenly, refusing to give the situation more weight than necessary, even as something strange tugged at

uninvited

are trying to bring back the