Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 474 - Too sacred to be stained

Ian stood quietly beside Olivia, still gently supporting her weight after helping her up from the cold, snow-covered ground.

Although Vladimir’s unexpected question had caught him completely off guard, he didn’t dare refuse or hesitate. The Alpha standing before him wasn’t someone you could brush off or ignore.

Vladimir ruled one of the most powerful and influential packs in the entire werewolf community, and no one in their right mind turned down a direct request from him.

Ian nodded respectfully, his posture straight and deferential. "Of course, Alpha Vladimir. I’ll tell you everything I know."

Just as he was about to begin sharing the story, Vladimir’s eyes rolled to the back. A familiar voice suddenly sliced in his mind through mind link. "Dad, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t have this confrontation without us."

It was Voren. Vladimir answered smoothly through the link.’It only just started, son.’ A faint, knowing smile crossed his lips.’Come join us.’

A few moments later, the sound of footsteps crunching through the fresh snow reached them. Voren and Seraphine approached together, the cold wind swirling loose snowflakes around their figures in delicate, dancing patterns.

The moment Ian recognized them, he quickly straightened up even more and lowered his head in deep respect. "Alpha Voren." His eyes then drifted toward Seraphine with the same deference. "Luna Sera."

Seraphine offered him a polite, warm smile in return. Voren, however, barely acknowledged the greeting at all. His sharp attention had already zeroed in on the young she-wolf standing beside Ian.

The resemblance between her and Olivia was absolutely striking—she looked almost like a younger, fresher version of the woman who had raised him all those years.

Anyone looking at the two of them side by side would immediately notice they shared the same bloodline running through their veins. Even so, Voren wanted clear confirmation before jumping to any conclusions.

steady gaze rested on the young woman.

immediately lowered her head, nervousness written plainly all over her face. "Alpha Voren..." She swallowed hard, her voice shaky. "I’m Ira." She glanced apologetically

Oriana... looks so much like my late mother." Her voice grew softer, almost fragile. "I was the one who begged my father to come over."

tears that glistened in the

one eye with a trembling hand before continuing. "My grandmother... my mother’s mother... she told us during

the small group as the weight of her words settled over everyone. Ira drew another shaky, emotional breath. "I came to the Grimroot Pack five years ago." A painful mix of hope and

into momentary silence. Neither of them spoke right away as the pieces finally clicked

of the Grimroot Pack, yet somehow every single loose end had quietly

gone

keeping his expression carefully calm and controlled. "Really?" He spoke so gently that Ira seemed to relax just a fraction. "What reason did

opened her mouth to

another word could leave her lips, Olivia suddenly interrupted in a rush of panic. "Voren..." Pure desperation filled her voice. "Please." She shook her head desperately, her eyes wide with fear. "There’s no need for this.

calm but incredibly firm, leaving no room for debate. His eyes remained locked directly on Olivia.

a question. It was

all color. Her

had hoped to reconnect with the family she had so cruelly abandoned, since Ian looked like a

in the worst possible way, and the person ruthlessly exposing

had sacrificed everything for, even

turned her tear-filled gaze toward Ira. The young woman had grown into such a beautiful, radiant she-wolf, carrying

and physical distance between them felt impossibly vast and heartbreaking. Her vision

the icy air like a deadly blade. "If you tell another lie...