Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 175 - You can’t refuse, my donner

Seraphine’s smile was steady, but there was a faint crease between her brows that refused to disappear, a quiet sign that something about the way he kept calling her his donner wasn’t sitting right with her, even if she didn’t fully understand why yet, and still, she reminded herself to stay focused, to play along, to keep everything moving exactly the way it needed to.

Santiago stood across from her, his gaze moving over her slowly, intensely, taking in every detail and committing it to memory, and the look in his eyes carried a kind of hunger that made her skin prickle despite the composed expression she kept in place.

"You are beautiful," he said, his voice smooth, as he extended his hand toward her.

Seraphine hesitated for the briefest moment, just enough for her pulse to tighten in her chest, before placing her hand in his, her fingers cool against his warmth as he closed his grip around hers.

He guided her across the room at an unhurried pace, like the night belonged entirely to them.

The dining room felt excessive in the most extravagant way, with a massive round table at its center covered in polished glassware and bottles of sparkling wine that caught the light from the chandelier hanging high above, its crystals scattering a soft golden glow across the room, while the faint clink of distant movement and the quiet hum of the estate settled into the background like a carefully crafted atmosphere.

When they reached the table, Santiago pulled out a chair for her, his attention never leaving her face, and Seraphine lowered herself into the seat with a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"I never imagined you to be a romantic," she said lightly, tilting her head just a little as she watched him.

Santiago’s lips curved in response, something knowing flickering behind the expression. "There is a lot you do not know about me."

He reached for a bottle and poured her a glass of wine, but Seraphine didn’t drink right away, her fingers resting lightly against the stem as her gaze wandered around the room again, curiosity threading through her voice.

"Isn’t this room a little too big for just the two of us?"

"There is nothing

That word again.

back to him, her expression still pleasant but sharper now, more curious than before. "You

had all the time in the world to explain something that clearly mattered more to him than it did to her. "My wife, my love... whatever you want to call

and for a split second, something tightened painfully in her chest, something old and buried trying to surface, but she didn’t let it show, didn’t let it crack through the calm exterior she

as that faint ache lingered beneath it, "except I don’t plan

know," Santiago replied, almost

that, the doors opened and servants began to enter, moving with quiet precision as they placed dishes on the table one after another,

the food for a moment longer than necessary before

you enter Santiago’s fortress," he continued, his voice carrying a subtle change, a thicker accent weaving through his words now, "you do everything

chair, her posture relaxed, her expression calm and unreadable, like still water hiding whatever lay beneath. "Then I’m curious... how many

his gaze never leaving her.

for the weight of

let out a soft breath that almost sounded like a laugh, lifting her glass and taking a small sip this time, letting the wine linger on her tongue before she spoke again. "That’s what men say. Don’t you think I’ve heard that

utensils as if the conversation could wait. "Let’s eat first. We have

he said it that made the words

gave a small nod and began to eat, taking careful bites, her attention split between the meal and the man across from her, the

passed more quickly than she expected, the plates eventually cleared away and replaced with dessert, another beautifully

she said after tasting

"It was made just for