Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Chapter 78 – I’m Sorry, But There’s Been a Change of Plan

Seraphine looked like she had stepped straight out of some exclusive high-fashion editorial that most people only ever see in glossy magazines, because that night she wasn’t just dressed nicely, she was elegance in human form, wrapped in a midnight-blue evening gown that caught the chandelier light every time she moved and sent it rippling across the walls like she carried her own private galaxy with her as she made her way down the stairs.

She was petite, yes, but there was nothing small about the presence she carried, and Corvine couldn’t remember seeing that dress when they went shopping on their first day in the city, which meant either Leon had quietly bought it for her without mentioning a word, or Seraphine had arranged it herself without him noticing, and neither possibility sat right with him as he stood there watching her descend one slow, graceful step at a time.

The gown clung to her frame like it had been designed exclusively for her body, the silk flowing down in a smooth cascade that trailed just enough behind her to draw attention without looking excessive, and the neckline was daring in a way that managed to be both tempting and refined at the same time, detailed carefully so that it balanced allure with sophistication, leaving anyone who looked at her unsure whether they were supposed to admire her beauty or feel slightly intimidated by how effortlessly she carried it.

Her brunette hair had been styled into soft waves that framed her face perfectly, making the blue of her eyes stand out even more, that striking contrast catching in the light and pulling Corvine in before he even realized he had been staring a little too long.

She wore minimalist jewelry, nothing flashy or overdone, just enough to accent her natural beauty without overpowering it, as if she understood that layering on too many diamonds would only distract from what she already had, and when she down the stairs, there was this calm confidence in her stride, the kind that didn’t need to announce itself loudly but still made the air in the room feel different.

Something about that quiet power mixed with grace and a hint of mystery was what made Corvine deeply uneasy in a way he did not enjoy acknowledging.

"You know those billionaires can be perverts, right?" he said, attempting to keep his tone casual even though the words carried something heavier underneath, because he could not shake the image of wealthy men with too much money and too little restraint looking at her like she was something to acquire.

"I’m just saying, I’m afraid they’ll come at you in ways Leon might not be able to protect you from."

He swallowed after saying that, because it was one thing to warn her and another to admit to himself that she looked better than he had ever seen her look back in the pack or even when they first arrived in the city, and the thought of other men noticing the same thing tightened something unpleasant inside his chest.

Seraphine felt a flicker of discomfort at his words, because the last thing she wanted was a room full of powerful men trying to turn business conversations into something inappropriate, and even though she trusted Leon’s judgment, she was not naïve enough to believe that wealth automatically meant decency.

"Leon said the event is glamorous and I had to dress for the occasion," she replied evenly, even as she felt the weight of Corvine’s gaze lingering longer than usual.

A dark expression crossed Corvine’s eyes for a brief second before he masked it carefully, and he asked, almost too smoothly, "So he bought the dress for you?"

Seraphine nodded right as the doorbell rang, the timing almost too perfect, and Corvine drew in a steady breath before walking to answer it, and the second he opened the door and saw Leon standing there, he understood exactly what she had meant about the evening being glamorous.

Leon stood framed in the doorway like he belonged on a red carpet somewhere, dressed in a perfectly tailored black tuxedo paired with a crisp white shirt that contrasted sharply against his blonde hair, and even Corvine, who had no desire to admire another man, had to admit that Leon looked annoyingly handsome, almost unfairly so, and it was surprising how much a different outfit could transform someone from a respected surgeon and medical director into what looked like a powerful businessman ready to close major deals.

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