Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 64

Chapter 64 - I’m not her type

The question settled into the space between all three of them like a stone dropped into still water, the ripples immediate and impossible to ignore.

For a fraction of a second, no one moved. There was nothing overtly wrong with what he asked, nothing rude on the surface, yet it brushed dangerously close to lines that were never meant to be crossed.

An awkwardness settled between them, heavy and unspoken, because their world was layered with truths that could not be handed to outsiders.

Pack activities were not stories to share casually, not secrets to spill over coffee or laughter. They were boundaries carved in stone.

"Family," Seraphine answered, keeping her tone neutral, offering nothing more.

Leon felt Corvine’s gaze land on him with a weight that was anything but neutral. It was intense, assessing, protective in a way that made his instincts sharpen.

The warning did not need to be spoken, yet it echoed clearly in the tension between them. "Bring her back in one piece, or..."

the brewing storm before it could

the door for her, and waited until she passed before closing it gently behind her. As they moved, he positioned himself just slightly behind her, protective

at the sight. Unbeknownst to him, his mother had been observing from a distance, her eyes sharp, missing nothing. She

what she meant, because beneath that calm delivery was the firm push of a mother

how fragile timing could be, but there was also impatience, a sharp edge

in a way that made it sound like a door slamming shut, like a decision carved in stone rather than

the rigidity of his posture could reinforce the lie

instead, her gaze slow and knowing, tracing the tension in his jaw, the tightness in his fists, the way he refused to look in

her type," he muttered, turning his face away as though that explanation alone should settle the matter, as though attraction was some fixed law written in stone. He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes narrowing

steel beneath her calm now, because she had seen the way Leon smiled at

with the tension building inside him. "She’s into the cold ones," he admitted finally, the words dragged

but at himself. "Men who don’t smile too much. Men who keep their distance, men who make her work for warmth." He let out a humorless breath, eyes darkening. "But Leon has a great sense of humor. He knows how to fill

stepped closer until she stood right in front of him, forcing him to

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