Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 606

Chapter 606: Chapter 606 - We lost everything

Curt was not expecting it when Voren suddenly burst into laughter, a hearty, booming one he usually reserved only for when he was with his daughter.

Yeah, right now, Curt sounded to him like a kid trying to woo a parent into giving in to their cunning demands, knowing full well the impracticality of the request. The absurdity of the situation struck Voren as genuinely hilarious.

"Curt." Voren’s voice suddenly turned cold, the warmth evaporating instantly. The swing was so abrupt that the man at the end of the line felt his blood run cold, his heart stuttering in his chest.

"Do you think I’m a kid?" Voren’s pause was heavy with menace. "Corvine’s only reason for coming is to win the hand of the princess in marriage. Nothing else should matter to him. Nothing else will distract him."

The call ended before Curt could say another word. He could only watch his hard work crumble before his eyes through the relentless news coverage—his casino in chaos, his reputation in tatters, his carefully constructed empire dissolving like sand through his fingers.

"How did it go?" Brad asked, his voice tight with desperate hope. He was clinging to the possibility of a comeback, of some miracle that would save them from total ruin. But Curt’s words got him agitated, his face draining of all remaining color.

"We lost everything, Brad." Curt’s voice was hollow, empty of all emotion. "I moved some of the pack’s funds into that casino. And now—" He couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t bring himself to speak the words aloud.

"I also invested some of my pack’s funds into my business." Brad’s voice cracked, his hands trembling at his sides. "And now my hard work is being claimed for free. Everything I built is gone, just like that."

Curt’s eyes suddenly sharpened, a grim determination replacing the despair. "I think I have an idea."

At this point, Brad was willing to do anything. His pride was shattered, his finances in ruins, his dignity stripped away. "Whatever would help me gain back everything, I’m in. Tell me what to do."

"Let’s return to the pack with Killian." Curt’s voice was flat, dead, but his eyes burned with cold fire. "We need to train. No matter what, Corvine must not win. We have to put him in his place, destroy him completely, is what I mean."

Brad would have easily agreed if he had not seen the state of Killian, his limbs twisted and broken, his face a bloody ruin. "About that, have you forgotten what he did to Killian?" The memory sent a shudder through him, a cold dread settling in his stomach. "The guy has become a monster, more like Voren’s shadow."

Curt’s expression was still grim, but a dark smile tugged at his lips. "King Jaron doesn’t like Corvine. We can talk to him to change a few rules, make things harder for Corvine, easier for us." His eyes glittered with cunning. "The game doesn’t have to be fair. It just has to end with one of us winning."

Brad suddenly smiled at the idea, his own desperation morphing into cruel hope. "Yeah, you’re right. Let’s train hard and have the rules amended in our favor. Let Corvine come, we’ll be ready for him."

Back in Liah’s mansion in Paris, the atmosphere was completely different. Warmth and laughter filled the elegant rooms, the aroma of home-cooked food drifting through the corridors.

Athaliah was able to move around after taking the painkillers, her ankle wrapped and elevated but her spirit undimmed.

She had learned from Corvine how to make Seraphine’s soup and had already prepped it on the stove, the rich scent of herbs and spices filling the kitchen. Now she was beginning to prepare something that screamed Paris for her guests—a delicate quiche with fresh vegetables, a crisp salad with homemade dressing, and a decadent chocolate mousse for dessert.

She moved with practiced grace despite her injury, her hands working quickly as she waited for her managers to arrive.

Corvine was helping her with Seraphine, passing ingredients and stirring pots, when they heard Voren’s bewildered scream cut through the peaceful atmosphere.

"Where are they?" His voice was panicked, rising with each word. "Where did they go?"

Seraphine stepped out of the kitchen to see Voren and Jasmine searching helplessly, their faces pale with worry, their movements frantic. They were opening closets, checking behind curtains, peering under furniture.

"Who are you looking for?" Seraphine wiped her hands on her apron, her brow furrowed with confusion.

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