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..."

leave now," Seraphine cut in quickly, sensing the brewing storm before it could form words, and she

gently behind her. As they moved, he positioned himself just slightly behind her, protective but

observing from a distance, her eyes

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

yes, the kind earned through years of loving and losing and understanding how fragile timing could be, but there was also impatience, a sharp edge that came from seeing opportunity slipping away while he stood there pretending he

even allowed himself to consider it. It was firm and final, clipped in a way that

it, as though the rigidity of his posture

and knowing, tracing the tension in his jaw, the tightness in his fists, the way he refused to look in the direction they had taken. "You think silence will protect you?" she asked, her voice steady, not mocking him but peeling back the layer he tried so hard

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

pressed gently, though there was steel beneath her calm now, because she had seen the way Leon smiled at Seraphine, had seen the ease between them,

as if it could not keep up with the tension building

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

the sound slow and heavy, and stepped closer until she stood right in front of

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