Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 693

Chapter 693: Chapter 693 - I like to play fair. And I hate the stink of poverty on you

Ravyn lifted his head, his red-rimmed eyes searching Voren’s face. The tears had dried on his cheeks, leaving salt trails that caught the dim light. His expression was raw, unguarded, stripped of every mask he had ever worn.

"I know it’s not that simple." His voice came out hoarse, scraped clean by hours of sobbing. "There’s a catch. What exactly do you want?"

What Voren was requesting of him was too little. Ravyn had benefited greatly from Voren’s generosity over the years, had taken and taken and given nothing in return. He knew better than to believe in gifts without strings. Nothing in this world came free, least of all from a king.

Voren smiled. It was a small thing, barely a curve of his lips, but it held the weight of absolute certainty.

"You’re right. But honestly, the catch is simple."

He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto Ravyn’s with an intensity that made the other man’s breath catch.

"For as long as you don’t look at my wife, or try to get close to my daughter, I’ll make sure your pack rises, becomes stronger, and better." He was not doing it for Ravyn but for the future. Every pack that stood with him had to be stronger than the ones against him.

Ravyn smiled bitterly, the expression twisting his features into something broken and beautiful. Of course. It was always about Sera. Everything Voren did, every move he made, every alliance he forged, it all circled back to her.

"I told you before. It’s not as if she’ll ever want me." His voice cracked, just barely. "And my daughter doesn’t either."

He swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in his throat.

"Just give me the chance to watch her from the shadows. I’ll never get close to her. I promise."

"We live in different packs." Voren’s brow furrowed, confusion flickering across his features. "How can you do that?"

Ravyn’s smile softened, something almost like hope flickering in his eyes.

"During your out-of-pack training for pups and young leaders, just let me know. I’ll watch her from the shadows. I won’t get close. I promise she’ll never see me."

Voren studied him for a long moment. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, charged with unspoken calculations. He needed Ravyn as an ally more than he needed him as an enemy. The Lycans were closing in. Every pack that stood against them was a fortress. Every pack that fell was a weapon in their hands. "Alright."

Ravyn exhaled, relief flooding through him like water through a broken dam.

"The Lycans rule the mafia." Voren’s voice hardened, businesslike. "I heard they produce the best guns. I need a gun that can kill their beast. And you’re going to make them produce it exclusively for you."

Ravyn’s eyes widened.

"When it’s ready, let me know. I’ll stage an attack, steal the guns, and seize half of your pack. You’ll send that news across, and I’ll use the opportunity to develop the first half of your pack."

Voren paused, letting the plan sink in. "The starting price for this deal is a hundred billion. Are you in?"

Ravyn gasped. His chest constricted, his heart stuttering. He had only gotten information about the Lycans producing guns a few weeks ago from Battal. He hadn’t told anyone. He hadn’t even breathed a word of it.

But Voren already knew. "How are you sure they can produce a gun strong enough to kill their own beasts?"

Voren smiled. It was a dangerous thing, sharp and knowing. "Did you forget who my wife is?"

The words landed like a physical blow. Seraphine. The hacker. The genius. The woman who had brought entire corporations to their knees with nothing but a keyboard and a vendetta.

"And since we’re going to work together, I want you to know this." Voren’s voice dropped, intimate and serious. "She’s pregnant."

Ravyn went still.

"The pups have been draining both our wolves. Should a war arise, I won’t endanger either of our wolves. That’s why I need those guns. And I need them fast."

Ravyn was numb.

The news of Seraphine’s pregnancy hit him like a wave, crashing over him and pulling him under. It was clear now. Nothing would ever make her his again. Not even a mate bond. Not even fate itself.

Every resistance inside him dropped completely. Every hope he had clung to, every fantasy he had nurtured in the dark corners of his heart, shattered into a thousand pieces.

Voren did not play diplomacy. "I like to play fair. And I hate the stink of poverty on you." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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