Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 341: You’ve got Voren

Humphrey blew out a long breath and shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around the way Voren operated.

Figuring that man out wasn’t something you could knock out in an afternoon. He ran on a whole different wavelength that needed serious time, patience, and yeah, probably a damn whiteboard. "I’ve got no clue," he admitted, voice rough with everything swirling inside him. "But right now, I need to talk to Sera."

He yanked out his phone, found her name, and hit call before Kylie could even open her mouth. He slapped it on speaker and set it right in the middle of the table between them.

It rang twice. "Hello?"

"Congratulations, Sera." Total silence stretched across the line.

Seraphine clearly hadn’t seen that coming. Humphrey could practically hear her brain scrambling to figure out what the hell she was being congratulated for. Then Kylie leaned in close to the phone, unable to hold back.

"You made a damn good choice this time, baby. A real one." Her voice wrapped around the words with that deep, warm honesty that always hit when she meant every syllable.

"If we’d known Ravyn was gonna turn into the monster he became, we would’ve pushed way harder on your memory situation. We would’ve fought that nightmare differently. But it’s okay now." A soft, almost teary chuckle slipped out. "You’ve got Voren. And that changes absolutely everything."

On the other end, Seraphine went quiet in a heavier way, the kind that meant her mind was racing, piecing it all together fast.

Humphrey and Kylie were miles away. That kind of drive didn’t happen on a whim, and Voren was supposed to be picking her up soon to head to the pack. So when exactly had he—

"Is Voren there?" she asked, her voice carrying a rush of disbelief mixed with something softer and warmer that bled right through the phone.

"He just left." Kylie’s tone lit up with pure joy. "He came in by chopper, said he had to hustle back to take you to some shaman tonight. Goddess, Sera." She paused, voice dropping with deep affection.

when he talked about you. No wonder you got away

could demand whatever he wanted. A man who stopped loving you doesn’t look like that. He never stopped. Not for

sinking deep and stirring up

into her. The first slap had come from pure terror, white-hot fury, and the desperate need to protect herself. The second hadn’t been much different. And both times Voren had taken it. He hadn’t grabbed her, hadn’t exploded, hadn’t done any of

a way nobody else on

out of fear, but because he didn’t deserve it. Their feelings weren’t some big mystery

need to test

words thick with real gratitude and love. "Mom. Dad. Thank you for

without us. We’re the parents of the bride. We’ll come early, stay over, the whole thing." He didn’t even try to

"We’ll sleep over and everything. You better have a room ready for

came through the phone was soft but packed

hand still hovering near the phone, soaking in the warm glow filling

the table and sat with it for a long beat,

done today—slipping behind the scenes, reaching out to every person who

of it. Hadn’t fished for credit. He’d just gone and done it, fierce

heart when Corvine

to

toward her. "You need to pick your gown before we head out. We’ll get the designer rolling tonight so they can work on it while you’re gone." He dropped it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I already

the pages and

But now that

first wedding had

motions, and checked out the second it was over. She had picked every single thing herself, the color, the cut, all the details—because asking someone who wasn’t even paying attention was pointless. She’d dressed for herself because no one else was

But Voren cared.