Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 479 - To be buried beside the woman I love

Everything that had gone down that day hit them so hard that they completely forgot one major detail—their marriage was still supposed to be a secret.

The second Ira asked her question, Voren slowly turned toward her with an icy stare that made her heart slam against her ribs. "So that’s why it’s still a secret," he said, his voice staying calm but carrying a chilling warning that sent shivers through the whole helicopter.

"If you tell anyone, you might end up joining my mother when she’s laid to rest."

Ira’s eyes went wide as saucers. She slapped both hands over her mouth and nodded frantically, promising without a word that she wouldn’t breathe a single syllable. Alpha Voren was way too terrifying to test.

The rest of the flight dragged on in total silence. By the time they finally got back to the hotel, exhaustion had sunk deep into everyone’s bones.

Voren carried Seraphine the whole way to their suite, her body limp and peaceful in his arms. She hadn’t stirred even once.

He gazed down at her serene face, his heart melting with a fierce wave of love and protectiveness.

After everything they’d been through at the cemetery, there was no way he was letting her crawl into bed covered in that cold, dusty, damp grime.

As much as he hated waking her, a hot shower would help wash away the day and let her truly relax.

cool marble, Seraphine slowly blinked her eyes open. She looked around sleepily before a soft smile curved

nodded. "You’ll feel so much better

rinsing away the dirt from the burial ground, but it couldn’t touch

her in a thick, fluffy towel and carried her back to the bedroom like she was the

resting comfortably on his lap, then picked up a soft towel and gently dried her

he looked down at her tenderly. "You should

saw where my mother-in-law was buried." She swallowed hard, sadness washing over her face. "No Luna

a quiet sigh. "Ian at least took good care of her body. He couldn’t

was Olivia’s wedding dress." His face darkened with anger. "And honestly... I wouldn’t be surprised if Dad bathes Mom himself and dresses her as carefully as if he were

his lips. "I

see the raw pain hidden underneath. "I’m still wondering what your

far away. "If I were in his place..." His voice dropped to a whisper thick with emotion. "My only wish would

face with both hands, her voice

hands with his own, his throat tight. "If you died... the only reason I’d keep living is if

I were standing

pressed her forehead against his. "I know," she whispered softly. "I think

the corner of her lips. "But your father

"And I’m only just beginning to love having him