Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 675

Chapter 675: Chapter 675 – Why is he calling?

"Shoot," Ravyn urged from the end of the line.

Voren’s voice came through steady and measured. "Let the Lycan King know you aren’t to be held responsible if anything happens to those witches. Promise him you’ll send a video of everything that transpires concerning them."

Ravyn went still. His grip on the phone tightened, knuckles bleaching white. "I’m allowed to do that? Have you informed your Alpha?"

"Thanks for reminding me." A hint of dry amusement colored Voren’s tone. "I shall inform Corvine and my shamans accordingly. But don’t expect a smooth entry, if you know what I mean."

A ghost of a smile tugged at Ravyn’s lips despite the tension coiling in his gut. "Of course. And when do I get to see my daughter?"

Voren exhaled slowly, the sound crackling through the speaker. "The first day is only for welcoming guests and making them comfortable. We should do it during that time because the second day is the coronation."

"That means the blood moon festival will be happening on the third day?"

"According to the shaman, that’s when the Blood Moon will be visible. Though at midnight." There was a beat of silence before Voren asked from the blue. "Are you bringing Daisy along?"

The question hung between them, heavy with implication. Voren needed to be prepared for the worst. For as long as Daisy wasn’t dead, she could attend, though she’d be waiting for judgment.

"I’ll leave her to my parents." Ravyn’s voice came out flat, devoid of emotion. "Thanks for everything."

Voren was about to end the call when something flickered in his memory. "Keep an eye on those witches. I’ll have my shaman fortify your pack first when it’s all over."

"Thanks once again."

The words carried genuine warmth, and something in Ravyn’s chest loosened. It felt good to be in Voren’s good graces again.

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After ending the call, Ravyn made his way to meet the two witches personally.

The sight of them stopped him cold.

They looked nothing like the twisted, gnarled creatures he’d imagined. No warts, no crooked noses, no ancient, knowing eyes gleaming with malice.

Instead, they stood before him like something ripped from the pages of a fashion magazine, tall, impossibly beautiful, their presence commanding attention without a single word spoken.

One of them moved toward him, her hips swaying with predatory grace. Before he could react, her arms wrapped around him in a hug so familiar it made his skin crawl.

Her body pressed close, warmth seeping through his clothes. Then her lips brushed his ear, her whisper barely audible. "You can call me Candy James."

She pulled away, her smile bright and disarming. She gestured to the woman beside her. "This is my friend, Jane."

Ravyn forced a smile, his hand finding the small of Candy’s back. His fingers pressed against the fabric of her dress, hiding the revulsion curling in his stomach. "It’s a pleasure to meet you."

Jane’s gaze swept across the pack lands, something unreadable flickering in her eyes. "Your pack is very beautiful."

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