Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 670

Chapter 670: Chapter 670 – I have news

"And?" Voren pressed, his voice taut with impatience.

The outlander leader’s response came quick, almost breathless. "I was trying to see if I got that recording. I wasn’t expecting it, so I wasn’t fast enough. But here’s the thing, he said he can’t trust me if I refuse his kindness. So he’s giving me three days to give him an answer."

Voren’s jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath his skin.

"Then he added something else." The leader’s voice dropped, weighted with unease. "He said Lycans love to dwell among humans. The underworld mafia, to be precise. So he won’t have any use for me over there."

A cold fury coiled in Voren’s chest, tightening around his ribs like a serpent. The underworld mafia. Of course. The Lycans had sunk their claws into every dark corner of the human world, and now they were reaching for more.

"Well," the leader continued, "I also don’t want to leave the outlands. So I told him the reason we’re out here isn’t because we did anything bad. We just don’t like pack leadership, and we don’t have what it takes to lead a pack. In the end, we didn’t have a closure."

Voren absorbed the words, turning them over in his mind like stones in a stream. "Thank you for the information."

He paused, something flickering in his memory. His mother. A slow smile curved his lips, dangerous and knowing. "Keep an eye on the cat. And on the Lycans. Continue to report their movements." His voice hardened with purpose. "I’ll come later to see the entry to their world."

The thought crystallized in his mind, sharp and brilliant. Perhaps he’d have a way to crack whatever incantation locked their world. Perhaps his mother’s knowledge would be the key.

He was about to end the call when the outlander spoke again, his tone hesitant. "One last thing."

Voren waited. "I heard him speaking on the phone with a man he casually called Alpha Ravyn." The leader’s voice was careful, measured. "Is that your best friend?"

The question hit Voren like a fist to the gut. His breath caught, his heart stuttering in his chest.

He forced his voice to remain steady, betraying nothing. "What did they discuss?"

"I only used my sixth sense to eavesdrop on the conversation." A note of apology crept into the leader’s tone. "He was telling Alpha Ravyn to help him get someone into your pack during the Blood Moon Festival."

The words landed like poison, spreading through Voren’s veins. His hand tightened around the phone until his knuckles ached.

"Thank you for your honesty." His voice came out flat, controlled. "I shall send your payment."

"Please don’t, King Voren." The outlander’s voice softened with genuine warmth. "This is nothing."

Voren ended the call. Then he sent the payment anyway.

A moment later, his phone buzzed with a frustrated emoji from the outlander. He knew Voren never liked to owe anyone.

Voren stared at his phone, Ravyn’s name burning in his mind. His thumb hovered over the contact, trembling with the urge to call, but he didn’t.

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