Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 662

Chapter 662: Chapter 662 - Never wait up for me

"V."

The sound of Seraphine’s voice curled through the bedroom like smoke, soft and searching. Voren’s thumb froze mid-air, hovering over the glowing screen of his phone.

He pressed send without looking, tossed the device onto the sofa, and began working the buttons of his shirt loose as he crossed the threshold. The moment his gaze found his wife, propped against the headboard, the lamplight painting amber streaks through her dark hair, his brow knitted with concern. "Why aren’t you sleeping?"

He peeled the fabric from his shoulders, letting it fall away. His belt came next, then his trousers, each piece landing in the laundry basket with practiced ease before he vanished into the bathroom. The water hissed to life, and Seraphine let herself sink into the pillows, a faint smile curving her lips.

She loved this ritual of his. The way Voren never came to her with the sweat of training still clinging to his skin, never brought the wild scent of the forest into their bed.

After every shift, every run through the trees, every brutal session on the training grounds, he would wash himself clean as if he could rinse away the beast and become simply hers again. It was a small thing, but to her, it was everything.

Steam curled from beneath the bathroom door. Less than ten minutes later, he emerged, droplets still glistening on the hard planes of his chest, his body bare and unashamed as he crossed the room.

Seraphine’s cheeks bloomed with heat. She averted her gaze, but not before her eyes traced the familiar lines of him, the broad shoulders, the tapered waist, the powerful thighs that carried him toward her with a predator’s grace.

This wasn’t the first time he’d slept beside her like this. And each time, she felt herself melting a little more into the strange, wonderful intimacy of it.

The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he climbed in. Before she could adjust, his arm hooked around her waist and drew her flush against the warmth of his body.

He pressed his lips to her forehead, a kiss so gentle it ached, then pulled back just enough to fix her with a stern look. "Never wait up for me. Okay?"

She parted her lips to protest, but he silenced her with a quiet rumble of his chest. "A pregnant she-wolf needs her rest. And you’re carrying twins."

The words landed like a caress, warm and protective. She exhaled, letting her body soften against his. "You’re right. But I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about those Lycans." Her fingers curled into the sheet. "What if something happened to you? What if they—"

"I saw them."

The air in the room went thin. Her entire body locked up in his arms, her heart stuttering against her ribs.

"I also made it clear they need to stay out of my business." Voren’s voice was low, steady, the voice of a King who had drawn a line in the sand and dared anyone to cross it. "Alpha Jaron is no longer a problem."

"Is he dead?" The question slipped out before Seraphine could stop it.

"No." A cold, dangerous glint flickered across Voren’s yes, there and gone like a blade catching moonlight. "Death would have been too merciful. Now anyone who sees him will know that betrayal has consequences."

Seraphine let out a slow breath, and some of the iron tension bled from her shoulders. She pressed her palm flat against his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her hand, proof that he was here, alive, and hers.

"If you’re up to it tomorrow," Voren continued, his tone easing into something lighter, "we can draft the new clauses for our pack constitution and the others. And in time, I’ll take over the leaders’ training academy."

Pride swelled through Seraphine, warm and golden. With Voren at the helm, she knew their future would be something extraordinary, a legacy built on strength and vision.

But beneath that pride, quieter and colder, a worry coiled like a serpent. All of this would consume him. The packs. The politics. The endless, grinding demands of a crown that never rested.

"You’re doing well," she murmured, her fingertip tracing a slow path along his collarbone. "But promise me you’ll always make time for your family. Don’t become so buried in work that your children have to beg for your attention."

"Tell me." 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

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