Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 72 – Change of Plans

"Sera, it’s time for lunch, and I won’t let you skip it, especially after you already skipped breakfast this morning," Corvine’s voice carried from the entrance, calm but unyielding, the kind of steady authority that never needed to be loud to be obeyed, as he stepped inside and adjusted the knot of his tie with a quiet, habitual precision.

The day had dragged on longer than expected, and the maids had filled him in the second he returned ready to drop her at the hospital later, their worried whispers making it clear that she had not moved from that chair for hours.

The glow of Seraphine’s monitors washed the entire room in a cold, electric blue, turning the polished surfaces metallic and the shadows sharp enough to cut, while the soft hum of processors and cooling fans created a mechanical heartbeat that felt more alive than the rest of the mansion combined.

Her fingers moved across the keyboard with relentless speed, lines of code cascading down the screens like digital incantations, each command crafted to pry open Daisy’s phone and rip apart whatever secrets she was foolish enough to think were safe.

She had done this so many times before that it barely registered as a challenge anymore, slipping past firewalls the way other people slipped through unlocked doors, unraveling layers of encryption with patient precision, bending devices to her will until they surrendered without even realizing they had been invaded.

But today, every attempt dissolved into nothing, every exploit returned blank. Every backdoor led to a wall.

She leaned closer to the screen, her brows knitting together as irritation coiled tight in her chest, because Daisy’s phone did not look hacked, manipulated, or hastily wiped, but professionally sterilized, like someone had dismantled it at a molecular level and rebuilt it from scratch without leaving a single fingerprint behind.

No traces of Zane, no messages hidden in archived folders, no metadata lurking in forgotten corners. Not even a faint digital echo that could hint at a conversation.

For the first time in a long time, Seraphine felt something she rarely allowed herself to experience, and the sting of it burned sharper than she wanted to admit.

ahead of

to see him already inside her room, his presence solid and grounded

he replied, though his eyes scanned the screens with quiet concern, trying to

unless you’re planning to show up looking like a ghost from a cyber nightmare, I suggest you eat first and then get ready so we can leave

a hand across her temple, frustration tightening her movements as she exhaled slowly, trying to organize the mess in her head into something coherent. "Give me a

was deep in work, but instead

not have the technical solution you’re looking for,

Daisy’s tracks, and it’s not amateur work or a lucky guess, because this is deliberate and clean and way too precise. I don’t know if she paid someone to do it, or if the person helping her is Zane himself,

edged with growing unease. "Damon told me she’s been talking to some guy named Zane, but he couldn’t get a surname or any solid details, so he asked if I could hack her phone and pull something useful. That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do, but every time I get close, it’s like someone’s already been

stubborn screen as darker thoughts crept in uninvited, because maybe Daisy was not

was not just some random accomplice hiding behind a first name,

secret cyber mind, a phantom in the network, or

once Seraphine felt the uncomfortable weight of hitting a wall she could not

"If he can remember anything else about this Zane, even

and there are dozens of people with that name, so how