Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 629

Chapter 629: Chapter 629 - Soft for her Alpha and fierce for her pack

At midnight, the Grimroot pack lay in peaceful slumber, but not its leaders. The shaman’s cave was brightly lit, the flickering flames of dozens of candles casting dancing shadows across the ancient stone walls.

Everyone had gathered, their faces etched with solemn anticipation. Only Vladimir had delayed.

Voren went to his father’s floor, knowing the old Alpha would need help with Olivia. Indeed, when he arrived, Vladimir was carrying Oriana in his arms, her lifeless form cradled against his chest like something precious.

The problem was Olivia, who followed behind them like a shadow, her expression a mixture of fear and desperate hope.

Voren quickly pulled the woman by the arm and followed his father into the elevator. The doors slid shut, enclosing them in silence.

"Voren, since I’m going to give my life for my sister’s..." Olivia’s voice was trembling, fragile. "Can I hug you for the last time?" Her eyes pleaded, but no one paid attention to her. "I’ve always loved you as my own," she added, her voice cracking.

Voren finally responded, his tone cold and cutting. "For a woman who so casually gives up on her own child for someone else’s, I can’t figure out what you understand by love."

Olivia’s head lowered instantly, her words caught in her throat. The truth of his accusation hit her like a physical blow. When she assumed the role of the Luna of the Grimroot pack, she could have indeed made amends.

She could have found her daughter and helped her secretly, could have done something, anything to make up for her abandonment. But she had even sent her daughter away when she came to the Grimroot pack, too afraid of exposure, too addicted to the power she had stolen.

Clearly, Olivia had gotten power drunk. She loved Voren because of the power that came with him, because of the status and security he represented. And everything was clear as day now. Her love had always been conditional, always selfish.

Reaching the shaman’s cave, three beds had been prepared, arranged in a neat row. The shaman gave them plain hospital gowns to change into. Everyone else waited in front of the cave, their breaths held, their hearts heavy.

Vladimir changed Oriana with gentle, reverent hands, treating her lifeless body with the tenderness of a man still deeply in love. Then he changed himself, his movements slow and deliberate. He placed Oriana on the middle bed as instructed by the shaman, her face peaceful in the candlelight. Then he laid to her right, his hand reaching out to touch hers.

Olivia laid to the left of her twin sister’s lifeless body, her eyes fixed on the ceiling, her expression unreadable.

The shaman stepped out to ask Voren, her voice low and serious. "Do you have a way to send Olivia’s corpse to her pack? She would not be buried here."

Voren nodded, his expression grim. "Don’t worry. I can get her back to her pack in no time."

The shaman was pleased with the response. She returned to the cave and placed a vial on Olivia’s chest. Her voice rose in ancient incantations, the words strange and powerful, echoing off the stone walls.

The vial began to glow, filling slowly with a red liquid, vibrant and pulsing like living blood. She picked up the vial and placed it in Vladimir’s hand, her fingers closing his around it.

"You must let Oriana drink it when you meet her." Her voice was heavy with warning. "If she doesn’t, she will not wake."

Vladimir nodded, his eyes never leaving his wife’s face. As the shaman performed the next incantation, his eyes fluttered closed, his body going slack. He was unconscious, his journey to the ethereal realm beginning.

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