Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72: 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.

Someone was ahead of her. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Sera..." Corvine called again, closer now, and she startled slightly before glancing up to see him already inside her room, his presence solid and grounded against the storm brewing in her mind. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Not long," he replied, though his eyes scanned the screens with quiet concern, trying to decipher the chaos of code even if he could not fully understand it.

"But aren’t you supposed to be back at the hospital in the next two hours, and you still haven’t eaten or showered, so 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 on time."

Seraphine dragged 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 few minutes, Corvine, because this isn’t random curiosity or boredom, this is serious."

She expected him to retreat and give her space the way he usually did when she was deep in work, but instead he walked around her desk and leaned slightly against it, folding his arms as if settling in for a long conversation.

"Then share it," he said quietly, his voice softer now, less commanding and more supportive. "I might not have the technical solution you’re looking for, but I can at least carry part of the weight with you."

Her mind raced as she searched for the simplest way to explain something that felt layered and risky. "There’s someone covering 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, but if my suspicions are even half right, then our adversary might be more dangerous than we initially thought."

If Daisy was with him, then that explained it, and if she was not, then something else was moving behind the scenes.

Instead of stewing in irritation, Seraphine finally pushed back her chair and joined Corvine for lunch, though her mind remained miles away from the food in front of her, running through possibilities and worst-case scenarios as she forced herself to take a few bites.

When she stepped into the shower afterward, the hot water cascaded down her shoulders, washing away the surface tension in her muscles but doing nothing to ease the pressure building behind her eyes.

Even there, with steam curling around her and the world muted to the sound of running water, her thoughts circled back to Zane and the unsettling realization that she might not be the only one capable of playing this game at a professional level.

Her phone rang somewhere in the bedroom while she was still under the water, but she let it ring out, unwilling to step out dripping and half-dressed for a conversation she needed to handle properly.

The second she finished and wrapped herself in a towel, she grabbed her phone and saw Damon’s missed call, and without hesitating she redialed, her jaw set and her mind already made up.

He answered quickly this time, the line connecting with a faint rustle, but before he could even greet her, she cut in, her voice steady yet laced with unmistakable authority.

"Damon," she said, each word thoughtful and controlled, "change of plans."