Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 478 – Your wife is now my prisoner

Ian stood frozen next to the open grave, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. His eyes stayed glued to Oriana’s face, pure disbelief crashing over him. "Impossible..." His voice came out weak and broken.

"This... this is exactly how she looked when I buried her," he stammered, swallowing hard, his mind spinning wildly as he tried to make sense of the impossible sight in front of him. "How the hell hasn’t she decayed after all these years?"

No one answered. Everyone’s focus had already focused on Vladimir, who looked completely shattered by the shock. Seraphine dropped to her knees beside him right away, gently cradling his head in her hands.

"Dad... Dad, look at me," she whispered urgently. She checked his pulse and pressed her fingers against the pressure points she’d learned from years of traditional medicine. Without any hospital gear around, she had to trust the skills she’d spent so long mastering.

The others watched with their hearts pounding. A few heavy moments dragged by before Vladimir suddenly gasped sharply and his eyes flew open, and fresh tears flooded his eyes instantly. "Oriana..." His voice cracked with raw pain. "How is this even possible?"

No one had an answer for him. Oriana looked like she had just fallen asleep a few hours ago, her skin still flawless, her hair smooth and untouched, and that peaceful expression completely unchanged by time.

Years had gone by, yet her body showed zero signs of decay. The sight left every single person there absolutely speechless, overwhelmed by the sheer sight of it.

Voren glanced slowly toward his father. "I think the shaman will know why this happened." Vladimir nodded weakly. "You’re right."

With careful movements, he climbed down into the grave and knelt beside his wife. His hands trembled as he slid one arm under her shoulders and the other beneath her knees.

all this time, he held her with the same gentle tenderness he would have shown if she could still feel his touch. "My queen..." he whispered so softly

her chest as she watched. Then something else grabbed her

for help or even looking for a ladder, Voren just leaned right into the grave and stretched one arm toward his father. "Dad." Vladimir adjusted Oriana securely in his arms before reaching up. The second their

smooth and effortless, like the massive

still managed to blow her mind. She knew his wolf was incredibly powerful, but watching him

his pride as an Alpha taking yet another brutal hit. He had heard endless stories about Voren’s strength and power over the years but seeing it up close like

his arms, then looked over at Alpha Faustus with deep gratitude shining in his tired eyes. "Thank you, Alpha Faustus," he said, his voice calm

your people back to the Centenary Pack before I bring my wife home to

stabbing pain tore through her heart. She had fought so desperately to steal another woman’s place, but even death couldn’t tear them

gave a respectful nod. "That works for us." Before they headed out, Vladimir turned slowly toward Ian, regret flashing across his face. "I’m sorry," he said firmly. "Your wife is now my prisoner. I won’t be

tear-streaked face. She prayed he would speak up for her, beg for

coldly, each word cutting like a knife. "I don’t want her. Not in this life, or the next." He turned

Maybe her daughter... maybe there was still a sliver of hope there. "Ira..." she whispered,

said, sadness heavy in her voice. "I kept wondering what it would feel like to actually have her with

tear rolled down her cheek. "Then I became a mother myself. And now that I’ve finally realized you’ve been there all along and just didn’t want me. I’m so grateful I was raised by my dad instead." Her voice turned ice-cold. "I

that last fragile piece of hope completely vanished. She couldn’t even see her son in law, or her

they made their way back to the helicopter. The powerful blades were already spinning, whipping dust and leaves everywhere across