Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 75 – I had no idea you two were together

Seraphine stopped walking so abruptly, her entire body going still as her eyes locked onto Corvine’s face with a focus that felt almost predatory in its intensity, and when she finally spoke, her voice was low but firm, carrying that quiet authority she never had to force.

"Let it out," she said, her gaze unwavering, as if she could already sense that whatever he was about to say was going to drag something ugly out of the past.

Corvine hesitated, and that hesitation alone was enough to make Seraphine’s pulse tick faster. He glanced away, then toward the car, as if the moving vehicle would make the conversation easier to handle.

"I’ll tell you on the way," he said carefully, like someone choosing his words before the battle even began.

She did not argue, but instead turned and moved toward the car in long, controlled strides, her mind already racing ahead of the moment. The night air felt cool against her skin, yet she barely registered it, because the tension in her chest had begun to coil tighter with every second.

The engine came alive with a low rumble once Corvine settled into the driver’s seat, and as soon as he pulled out onto the road, Seraphine angled her body toward him, her eyes studying his profile in the dim glow of the dashboard lights.

"Go on," she pressed, her tone calm but insistent. "Tell me what you know about Zane."

Corvine kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his fingers tightening slightly around the steering wheel as if the name itself required steadiness. "Do you remember the guy from the Quantum pack," he began slowly, "the one who set up the pack’s server before you went off to school in the city over a decade ago?"

The words floated toward her, but they felt distant, blurred by time. A decade was not a short stretch of memory, especially when so much had happened since then, and Seraphine’s mind tried to reach back into a haze of old faces and forgotten names.

"I don’t remember the face," she admitted, frustration creeping into her voice because she hated not remembering something that might matter now.

you wouldn’t," Corvine replied, his voice gentler this time. "So I had someone send me his current picture. Look at the

opened the photo, and the moment the image filled the screen, the color drained from her face so fast it felt like someone had

she whispered, and her voice, which was rarely uncertain, shrank into something smaller, almost fragile, as memories

her pack back then, not properly, not in any meaningful way, but during her first year in college, he had approached

looked at her, sharp and calculating, as if he knew something she did not. He had been a senior, older, more established, and there had been something almost

his calm tone. He never acted on

She had spent years wondering what exactly he meant, how he planned to teach her that so-called

connecting threads that had once seemed random. "It only stopped after I started encrypting everything secretly." She swallowed, her gaze still glued to the image on the screen. "But what I

slowly, as though he had been waiting for her to ask that exact question. "There’s more," he said, and there was something almost grim in the way he said it. "Since I started working at the company,

her head slightly toward him, her curiosity sharpening despite

ex. Her name is

with unexpected weight, and for a moment, the tension in her chest shifted into something else entirely. Information, especially juicy information, had a

urged, leaning back slightly but watching him

yet," Corvine admitted, "but I invited her to dinner. That’s

of guilt passed through Seraphine’s eyes, though it softened quickly once she remembered the reason. "Leon asked me to assist with a surgery," she explained, her voice steady but carrying a quiet pride she did not

to the road, surprise and admiration written clearly across his face.

Seraphine’s lips, the kind that came from accomplishment rather than ego. "Yes," she said, and the word carried the weight of long hours, quiet study,