Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 340: If you really want to help

Voren pulled in a slow breath and let it out even slower, his whole body wound tight with the need for answers.

Every inch of him burned to yank at those threads, rip apart every single lie and every rotten name tied to what they’d done to Seraphine.

But he knew the difference between raw wanting and playing it smart—he’d learned that lesson the hard way, through blood and pain. Dig too deep right now and too many people would get dragged into the mess.

Word traveled like wildfire in these circles. Ravyn had eyes and ears everywhere. The second that monster caught even the faintest whisper of what was coming, Seraphine’s whole plan would crumble into dust before it ever got a chance to ignite.

He wasn’t about to let that happen. Not on his watch.

"If you really want to help," Voren told them, his voice dropping low and rock-steady, "then make damn sure everyone gets to the full moon festival. Ravyn’s throwing it."

Humphrey’s jaw locked up hard, a storm of pure fury flashing dark behind his eyes—the kind of bottled-up rage that had been festering for way too long with nowhere left to go.

"That bastard," he growled, shaking his head slow like the words left a foul taste burning on his tongue. "Seraphine’s been way too easy on him. Too damn soft."

"She’s not being soft," Voren shot back, his tone unflinching and sharp. "She’s playing a long game, every move calculated to hit hard. When you get there, you’ll see exactly what she’s got lined up. It’ll all click into place."

He let the weight of that hang heavy in the air for a beat before pushing on. "But that’s not the only reason I showed up today. I came to invite you both to our wedding, face to face."

He kept his voice casual as hell when he dropped that bomb, like it wasn’t the biggest thing he’d ever laid out in the middle of their living room.

"It’s staying secret for now. She doesn’t want anyone knowing about us until she’s ready to blow the lid off Daisy. Once that goes down, everything explodes together."

room slammed into this thick,

open, but their faces screamed total overload, the kind where the news slammed into their brains but hadn’t fully sunk

through that door, the wedding news hit them like a freight train. Everything

Our wedding.

Kylie slapped a hand flat against her chest, eyes wide with raw shock. "You’re getting married. To Sera." She repeated it like she needed the

chest at that, hitting him deep. Our Sera. The fierce way they claimed her, that protective fire

caring. This was bone-deep, the

I owe you both a real apology for how I

holding Humphrey’s gaze first, then

her. I bought the lie that she’d just walked away from everything we

memories of me, of us, got ripped away, buried under some twisted spell.

cover her mouth, her

ache of it. "Not yet. But it doesn’t wreck me like I thought it would, because what we’ve rebuilt right

they threw at her, whatever pieces they stole, couldn’t take what’s between us. And I’m fighting like hell to

word out before Kylie launched herself across the room. She slammed into him with both arms wrapping tight, pulling him into a hug that hit like pure, fierce love, no awkward polite bullshit, just solid, heartfelt crushing. Voren stood there stunned for a heartbeat, then melted into it, letting the warmth of her relief wash

she finally pulled back, her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. She cupped his face in both hands,

stand right in front of her, not hiding behind. Goddess, you have no idea

danced right on the knife’s edge of tears, full of overwhelming joy and release. "This is the best

pure relief into something

when Seraphine forgot you. Totally shattered. The kind of upset that turns into

they were." Her eyes bored into his, pleading for understanding. "I just hope she knows now that Seraphine never chose to forget.