Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 – The Weight of Truth

The room was thick with quiet tension, punctuated only by the soft clatter of chess pieces on the board.

Seraphine and Kylie sat across from each other, the faint sunlight catching the edges of the carved pawns, knights, and rooks, casting long shadows across the polished wood.

To any casual observer, it was just a game. But Corvine and Humphrey knew better. They were watching two minds dance with precision, a silent duel of strategy and willpower.

Earlier, Kylie had dominated the board, her confidence sharp, her movements precise, like a seasoned hunter circling her prey.

Seraphine, however, was closing the gap with a subtle intensity that made each piece she moved feel inevitable, as though the game were bending to her will.

It was no longer about winning. It was about proving something deeper, something unspoken. The air hummed with anticipation, and even Corvine found herself leaning forward, heart hammering, unable to predict the outcome.

And then came the footsteps. Slow, measured, heavy with authority. They all looked up, and it wasn’t just Ravyn.

Alpha Voren appeared beside him. Instantly, the atmosphere tensed up. Where Ravyn exuded casual arrogance, Voren radiated cold command.

His presence was magnetic, demanding respect without a word. The air seemed to tighten around him, pressing in, and even the sunlight felt subdued in his presence.

Corvine instinctively bowed slightly. Kylie’s hand froze mid-motion, Humphrey’s shoulders stiffened.

Seraphine, however, remained standing. Her posture was unwavering, her spine straight, every inch of her presence radiating resistance. Her eyes met Voren’s with unflinching focus.

"Alpha Voren," she said clearly, her voice calm but sharp enough to cut through the tension, "are you also here to convince me to give my blood to Daisy?"

The room tilted, and the temperature dropped. Humphrey’s grip on the edge of the table tightened. Kylie straightened, every muscle alert.

some bow, some hesitant compromise, but Seraphine’s audacity, her refusal to yield, caught everyone

from years of control and cold detachment, faltered. A flash of surprise

low and precise,

casual, almost bored. "And I would call you a fool if you admitted you came here because of

sank. Did she truly understand the magnitude

with a momentary heat, the kind that only

own hands as though holding

fearless in the presence of a predator. "You were there," Seraphine continued, her tone flat but charged with

in its coldness, each

though the walls themselves were listening. To be questioned, interrogated even, by someone so young,

describe her audacity,

once," he said, voice low, dangerous. "We rushed downstairs. The second

fire. Pain had carved her from the inside, leaving a hollow strength, a

taught her ruthlessness, and

the first time?" Her

jaw tightened. He didn’t

desperate, bribing him with promises of business favors in exchange for his influence in the matter. Voren had only accepted

truth. "Would you believe me?" she asked, voice steady but

"Do

no

between her teeth, her mind running through impossible scenarios. "What if there aren’t?" she asked,

hesitation, "you will have

face. She straightened, rolling her neck

with scorn, "I take

into an uneasy

tightly balled into fists. Humphrey’s pulse thudded

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