Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 - I think you’ve overstayed your welcome

Two women were in love with the same man, but in very different ways. In this situation, one was his mother and the other was his future wife. Neither of them seemed ready to back down.

Oriana’s fingers curled into tight fists, her nails digging hard into her palms as the two women stared each other down.

Neither of them looked away for several long, charged seconds. Seraphine studied her carefully, easily picking up on the features Voren had inherited from his mother, the shape of his eyes, certain expressions that mirrored hers, while the rest clearly came from his father.

In a way, he’d gotten the best of both, but right now, all that beauty did nothing to hide the bitter poison in Oriana’s words.

"Don’t try to be clever with me," Oriana snapped, lifting her chin with proud defiance. "Unless you’re willing to step back and become Voren’s second wife, you should leave him alone."

Seraphine inhaled slowly, refusing to let the words rattle her. Instead of firing back right away, she carefully climbed out of bed.

The second her feet hit the floor, a deep wave of soreness shot through every muscle, forcing a quick grimace across her face before she could hide it.

She couldn’t even blame Voren. He’d wanted to take things slow, but she had been the impatient one, and her stubborn wolf had flat-out refused to help with the aftermath.

When Oriana noticed her obvious discomfort, her brows furrowed in disapproval. "You can’t even satisfy him," she said coldly, her eyes sweeping over Seraphine with sharp criticism. "It must have been your first night together, and you already look—"

Seraphine cut her off before she could finish the sentence. "I’m glad you noticed." A small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips as she slowly lowered herself into a nearby chair. "Looks like Voren hasn’t had any relief in a very long time, and he ended up taking all that built-up frustration out on me."

Oriana’s expression darkened like a storm cloud rolling in. Seraphine continued as if she hadn’t noticed the change, her voice staying calm and steady.

"Actually, there’s something I’ve been really curious about. From what I heard, you pushed hard to match him with Jasmine because she supposedly saved your life." She tilted her head slightly. "How true is that story, exactly?"

The reaction was instant. Oriana’s face tightened with tension. "What exactly are you implying?"

"Nothing," Seraphine shrugged lightly, keeping her tone even. "At least, not at first. I just found the whole story pretty hard to believe." She leaned back in the chair, her gaze never wavering.

"The Luna of the Grimroot Pack needing a lone wolf to save her from a few rogues? That doesn’t add up. You were close enough to your own territory to call your warriors for help. Even if things got dangerous, backup should’ve arrived fast because the mindlink would have worked according to the proximity."

She started counting on her fingers, her voice steady and confident. "He could’ve chosen Athaliah. He could’ve chosen dozens of other women." Her gaze locked directly with Oriana’s. "But he didn’t. He waited."

The silence stretched between them. "He waited through my marriage, waited through my divorce." Her confidence never wavered for a second. "I think that tells us everything we need to know."

Oriana’s lips pressed into a thin, angry line. "He told me about the spell," she said, her voice turning ice-cold. "But that changes nothing. You should care more about his reputation than your own selfish feelings."

She leaned forward, cruelty dripping from every word. "You’re a woman who was rejected. Your husband chose another woman over you, even after you gave him a child." A nasty smile twisted her lips. "You’re tainted, face reality."

The smile completely vanished from Seraphine’s face. The warmth in her eyes drained away, replaced by a dangerous, chilling darkness that settled deep in her gaze.

For the first time, Oriana felt the full weight of it. The raw pressure, the hidden authority, the quiet strength radiating from the woman in front of her.

Seraphine slowly rose from the chair, ignoring the lingering soreness in her body. When she spoke, her voice was eerily calm, too calm. "Luna Oriana." The title came out like a clear warning. "I think you’ve overstayed your welcome."