Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 64

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..."

"I think we should leave now," Seraphine cut in quickly, sensing the brewing storm before it could form words, and she knew Corvine was just being protective. That was their nature.

Leon stepped ahead, opened the door for her, and waited until she passed before closing it gently behind her. As they moved, he positioned himself just slightly behind her, protective but subtle, like it was second nature rather than performance.

Corvine’s jaw tightened at the sight. Unbeknownst to him, his mother had been observing from a distance, her eyes sharp, missing nothing. She cleared her throat softly, drawing his attention.

"You should tell her," she said quietly, but the softness in her voice did nothing to dull the weight of what she meant, because beneath that calm delivery was the firm push of a mother who had watched her son sabotage himself one too many times.

There was wisdom there, 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 did not care.

"Never," Corvine replied immediately, the word leaving his mouth before he even allowed himself to consider it. It was firm and final, clipped in a way that made it sound like a door slamming shut, like a decision carved in stone rather than something born out of fear.

His shoulders squared as he said it, as though the rigidity of his posture could reinforce the lie he kept feeding himself.

"I’m not her type," he muttered, turning his face away 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 slightly, convincing himself that he was being rational instead of cowardly. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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