Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 43

Chapter 43: Chapter 43 – The blacklisted one.

Orders were placed, drinks were brought over, and while Corvine skimmed through his phone with that distant, guarded calm he always carried like armor, Seraphine used the moment to properly get acquainted with the family sitting across from them.

The woman straightened in her seat, smoothing imaginary creases from her blouse before offering a warm, practiced smile.

"I’m Mila Hawthorne," she said, and Seraphine immediately noticed how different she looked compared to the other day.

She looked brighter now, lighter somehow, like a weight had finally been lifted from her shoulders, and Seraphine realized it had nothing to do with the absence of sunglasses and everything to do with the improvement in her son’s condition.

Hope had a way of changing people’s faces, and even their mood and demeanors. "That’s my son, Tyler Hawthorne," Mila continued, gently pulling the little boy closer to her side, her fingers automatically brushing through his hair, protective even in relief. "And my husband is on his way."

Seraphine smiled warmly, leaning forward just a little so she wouldn’t seem distant or intimidating.

"I’m Seraphine Walker," she said easily, then gestured toward Corvine. "And that’s Corvine Stone."

She didn’t notice the way Mila stiffened at first, didn’t catch the slight delay in her blinking, didn’t see the way the woman’s smile faltered for just a fraction of a second, before being carefully rebuilt.

It wasn’t until Mila repeated the name that Seraphine realized something was off. "Seraphine... Walker?"

Her tone had shifted, subtle but unmistakable. Seraphine tilted her head, suspicious gracing her words. "Have you heard the name somewhere?" She asked casually, not suspecting anything serious, but Mila forced another smile, this one tighter around the edges.

"Among the Sovereign Circle," Mila replied after a pause. "My husband is a member, and he mentioned your name when he received a call from Voren Ashkael."

A frustrated sigh slipped from Seraphine’s lips before she could stop it, and just like that, her appetite started evaporating.

She leaned back slightly in her chair, suddenly aware of the familiar knot tightening in her chest, that uncomfortable sensation she always got whenever politics, elite circles, or powerful names entered the conversation.

She was already considering making an excuse to leave when footsteps approached their table.

A middle-aged man, tall and elegantly dressed, walked toward them with an air of authority that came from years of being listened to.

"Hi," he said, extending his hand. "I’m James Hawthorne. My wife told me what you did for our son, and I wanted to come thank you personally."

Seraphine stood halfway out of her seat to shake his hand, returning the gesture with genuine politeness.

"You’re welcome," she replied softly. "I’m glad he’s doing better."

James nodded, gratitude written plainly across his face before his attention shifted to Corvine.

His gaze lingered there, assessing, measuring. "Are you," he hesitated slightly, "her boyfriend?"

Corvine let out a quiet chuckle, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, but Seraphine answered before he could. "He’s close family."

The moment the words left her mouth, something dimmed inside Corvine’s eyes, not dramatically or obviously, but just enough that Seraphine would’ve noticed if she had been looking.

"That’s good to hear," James said, oblivious to the subtle shift in energy beside Seraphine. "My first son is the director of Saint Peter’s Hospital, and he’d like to make you an offer." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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