Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632: Chapter 632 - I give up. How can I even win against you?

Ravyn was at the pack office, his gaze fixed on the computer screen, when he received a mindlink from the warriors at the gate. ’Alpha, we have a guest from the Silver Moon pack. They said they were sent by the Alpha King."

Ravyn’s brow furrowed with curiosity. "Bring them to my office."

Two men he had never seen walked into his office moments later. Their faces were unfamiliar, their builds unremarkable.

Ravyn had never seen them around any of the packs, but being from the Silver Moon pack, he offered them a seat with a casual gesture. "To what do I owe this visit?" He asked nonchalantly, his gaze on the laptop in front of him.

Well, they didn’t beat about the bush at all. "Alpha Ravyn," one of them said. "We won’t give you our names because King Jaron only sent us to deliver this message."

The first man spoke, his voice flat and professional. "He said it would be suspicious if he came himself or used any of his pack members."

Ravyn lifted his gaze from his computer, his eyes sharp and assessing. "What is the message?"

"Well, there are two things." The man held up two fingers. "The first is a business collaboration, and the second is marriage. Which do you want to hear first?"

Ravyn was disinterested in both, his expression remaining neutral. But he wished to know their plans, to understand what King Jaron was scheming. "Whichever one you are okay with."

"Okay." The man nodded, leaning forward slightly. "King Jaron wants you to contest for the hand of the princess. He’s certain you can win against Corvine because you trained him." He paused, his eyes glinting. "That’s in case the other Alphas fail."

Ravyn had been a fool once, blinded by obsession and pride. But now, all he wanted was to make amends, to somehow atone for the sins of his past.

Corvine was the reason his daughter was alive, the reason Espe had been protected. How could he go against him? "I shall think about it," he said carefully, not making his intentions known.

"There is also a great business opportunity with the mafia." The second man spoke up, his voice smooth and persuasive. "But this one is legal. It’s all about importing and exporting firearms."

Ravyn was not interested in such businesses. They reeked of trouble, of the kind of dealings that destroyed packs from the inside. Mafia business was a no go territory for someone who wanted peace.

He didn’t want to be constantly watching his back and casually responded, his voice flat. "Tell King Jaron that we shall talk during the Blood Moon festival."

Not taking a stand, they felt that he agreed—a dangerous assumption. So they stood up and left, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.

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