Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 63 – Is she your sister?

Leon showed up in casual clothes, but on him casual did not mean careless, it meant fashion in a way that almost felt unfair.

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled just enough to expose strong forearms, dark denim clung to him like it had been tailored instead of bought, and even his sneakers looked like they belonged on a runway instead of the pavement outside Seraphine’s home.

He wore simplicity like it was a statement, like he knew exactly what he was doing and had no intention of apologizing for it.

There was a relaxed, almost playboy ease in the way he stood, one hand tucked into his pocket, shoulders loose, posture confident without looking forced, and it made Seraphine wary in a way she could not quite name.

She had dressed down too, just as he had suggested the night before, choosing something soft and understated, something that did not scream power or status, something that allowed her to blend rather than command.

Still, she could not ignore how he seemed carved into his outfit while she felt like she had stepped into a version of herself she rarely showed anyone.

She told herself this was just a date, just a normal human thing, something light and uncomplicated, yet the way he carried himself made her pulse quicken with caution.

Men who moved like that knew their effect, and men who knew their effect were dangerous in their own quiet way.

Leon had made a promise to himself that she would fall for him at first glance, that he would be the one in control of the moment, that the first impression would belong to him entirely.

He had pictured her walking toward him and imagined the exact expression she would wear when she saw him, imagined the way her breath might hitch, imagined the subtle shift in her posture that would tell him he had won before the game even began.

he actually saw her, every carefully rehearsed thought dissolved into

it had decided to defy restraint, catching the light in a way that made him stare longer than

controlled, polite curve people used in public settings, but something softer, something genuine that reached

clothes were simple, yes, but on her they did not look plain, they looked radiant, as if the glow came from beneath her

was the one

with Corvine, his movements slower than usual because he needed that extra second to compose himself, and he met her halfway, closing the distance with a confidence he had to summon

you must be

extended his hand, and when she stepped close enough, she placed hers into his without hesitation. Her palm was warm, her touch firm, and for a split

voice smooth but carrying

back of it, his lips barely grazing

her to see him, to feel the weight of his attention, to understand that he was not

his voice dipping lower, warmer, "you are prettier

softly, a sound that wrapped around him in a way that felt far more intimate than it should have. She gently withdrew her hand before he could hold

compliment," she replied, tilting her

across Leon’s lips, not cocky, not overdone, just enough to show he appreciated

and easy, but there was something deliberate in the way his gaze stayed on her face, tracing the curve of her cheek, the faint arch of

just reading the room, just doing what he always did so effortlessly, yet the truth was he was memorizing