Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 669

Chapter 669: Chapter 669 - What are they hiding?

Voren’s eyes widened as the video played. His attention was split between Esperanza squirming in one arm, her tiny fingers poking at his chin, and Bryan tugging at his sleeve with insistent little pulls, but the men on the screen were unmistakable.

The same faces he’d seen at the hotel with Alpha Jaron. The same cold, calculating eyes.

They stood in the outlands’ woods, surrounded by skeletal trees stripped bare by autumn’s cruelty. A carpet of dead leaves stretched beneath their boots, brown and brittle, crunching with every step.

One of them bent low, clearing the dry brush from the forest floor with quick, practiced sweeps of his hands. Their heads swiveled left, then right, scanning the shadows like thieves about to commit a crime.

Then the wizard began to speak.

The words were guttural, ancient, a language that seemed to claw at the air itself. The cleared ground cracked open with a sound like splitting stone, jagged fissures racing outward from the center.

A whirlwind erupted from the fissure, spiraling upward, not quite a tornado but close enough to make the trees groan and sway. Leaves tore from their branches and spun into the vortex. The Lycans stepped into the churning wind, one by one, swallowed whole.

Seconds later, the whirlwind collapsed in on itself and vanished. The ground lay bare and undisturbed, as if nothing had ever happened. The wizard scanned the woods once more, his eyes narrow and calculating, then kicked the dry leaves back into place with his boot.

He undressed, hid his clothes in a hole, and transformed into a cat, sleek and quick, and darted into the underbrush.

The video didn’t end there.

The leader of the outlanders walked into frame, his movements cautious, his expression unreadable. He cleared the leaves exactly as he’d been shown, his hands steady despite the tension radiating from his shoulders.

The ground beneath was solid, unmarked, with no sign that a portal to the Lycan underworld had ever existed.

Voren’s frown deepened as the video cut to black. A low murmur escaped his lips, barely audible over the children’s chatter. "What are they hiding?"

His mind churned, thoughts colliding like storm waves. A wizard stationed at the threshold every time someone entered or left the Lycan’s pack? It didn’t make sense. Why go to such lengths to protect a pack? But the answer was simple, and it left a bitter taste in his mouth.

No one could infiltrate the Lycan’s underworld.

The realization settled into his chest like a stone, heavy and cold.

"Daddy, you look scary when you frown."

Esperanza’s small hands cupped his cheeks, her tiny fingers squishing them together playfully. Her eyes, bright with innocence, studied his face with the earnest concern only a child could muster.

Voren forced a smile, the muscles in his jaw resisting the movement. Bryan dissolved into giggles beside her, his laughter bright and contagious.

"Daddy looks so funny when you press his cheeks like that."

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