Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 671

Chapter 671: Chapter 671 - I want a tour of your pack

Ravyn was in the middle of another exclusive training session, pushing himself to his limit once more. The training grounds stretched before him, empty and silent, bathed in the pale silver light of the moon.

Sweat dripped from his brow, tracing rivulets down his temples, his jaw, his neck. His muscles burned with the familiar ache of exertion, a pain he had come to crave, to depend on.

The other warriors had long since retired to their homes, their laughter and chatter fading into the night, but Ravyn couldn’t stop. Sleep brought nightmares of continuous regret.

Silence brought painful memories. Only the pain of training could quiet his mind, could drown out the whispers of everything he had lost.

His fists pounded against the training dummy, each strike precise, controlled, devastating. The leather cracked under the assault, sand trickling from the seams.

He imagined other faces on the dummy. Raul’s sneer, Daisy’s manipulation, his own reflection staring back at him with hollow eyes. The thought only fueled him, his strikes growing faster, harder, more brutal.

His phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the rhythmic thud of his fists. He paused, chest heaving, and wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

His fingers were trembling from exhaustion or something else, he couldn’t tell. He glanced at the screen, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Battal’s ID. His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching beneath the skin.

Ravyn answered it, his voice carefully neutral, betraying none of the unease coiling in his gut. "King Battal, to what do I owe this call? I don’t think my investment has yielded anything yet."

Battal’s voice came through the line, smooth and measured, like oil poured over water. "This has nothing to do with your investment. I need a small favor, and in return, I can make you a don in the human world."

Ravyn frowned, his grip tightening on the phone until his knuckles turned white. He never liked these mafia people, their secrets, their illegalities, the things he dared not think about.

They operated in shadows, dealt in death and deception, and always, always wanted something in return. The promise of power was a lure, and Ravyn was not a fool.

"Let me hear it first." His voice was cautious, measured. "I might do it because I’m in a good mood."

"Alright." Battal’s voice carried a note of satisfaction, as if he had already won. "I saw you stand beside your new Alpha King before he got the title. You and his wife used your wolves to stop my wizard from having access to the ward of the man who killed one of ours."

Ravyn took a deep breath, his mind racing. The memory flashed before him and unlike before, he now agreed with his wolf that he dared not wish for a second chance with his ex-wife. "I’m listening."

He knew the man at the end of the line was heading somewhere, and he needed to be ready for whatever came next.

"I want to ask if you two are close."

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