Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

The moment Seraphine ended the call with Damon, she didn’t pause or even acknowledge the weight of whatever had just been said, her attention snapping right back to her screen as her fingers moved across the keyboard with steady precision, like nothing had interrupted her at all.

If Corvine hadn’t heard the entire conversation himself, he probably would’ve believed she was completely fine, that whatever Damon had said hadn’t touched her in any way, but now that he knew, there was no way he could pretend this was just another normal moment.

"I still can’t wrap my head around it," Corvine said, leaning back slightly as he watched her work, his tone carrying disbelief mixed with a hint of dark amusement, "Ravyn almost killed Daisy without even confirming anything, just because he suspected she was cheating?"

To him, that kind of reaction needed proof, something solid to justify it, and the fact that Ravyn had gone that far on suspicion alone made it feel reckless, almost absurd, but Seraphine didn’t even look up, her focus locked in as she continued typing, her expression unreadable.

She only had a few hours before she needed to report to the hospital, and every second mattered, which made it clear she wasn’t about to get distracted by something that didn’t directly serve her current goal.

Corvine studied her for a moment longer before continuing, his voice lighter this time, though there was something thoughtful beneath it. "And Bryan noticing it too, that’s not nothing," he added, tilting his head slightly, "it almost feels like the moon goddess is finally stepping in on your side."

That was enough to get a reaction.

Seraphine paused just long enough to glance at him, her eyes steady, holding his gaze for a brief second before she turned back to her screen, her fingers resuming their rhythm without missing a beat.

"I’d appreciate it more if she helped me find my daughter," she said, her tone calm but carrying something deeper, something that didn’t need to be spelled out to be understood.

The air in the room changed after that. For a moment, neither of them spoke, the silence settling in as the only sound left was the soft, rapid tapping of keys.

Corvine watched her, a faint tension building in his chest, wishing there was something he could say that would actually make a difference, but before he could even try, the screen flickered and updated.

A full layout of Santiago’s mansion appeared. Corvine leaned forward instantly, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the level of detail. "Sera, how do you even do this?" he asked, genuine curiosity breaking through his usual composure.

Seraphine’s lips curved just a little, not quite a smile but close enough. "Where there’s a will, there’s always a way," she replied, her voice light, though her focus never left the screen.

She moved quickly, navigating through the digital blueprint before accessing the security system, slipping past layers of protection like they weren’t even there as she began pulling up live camera feeds. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Corvine watched the layout closely, his expression tightening as he noticed the structure of the place. "Only someone with a twisted mind would design a house like this," he muttered, his gaze tracking the hidden passages and sealed-off sections that didn’t belong in any normal residence.

Before either of them could say more, one of the camera feeds caught their attention.

A man was on his knees, helpless, a gun pressed firmly against his head, his face pale with fear as the one holding the weapon stood over him without hesitation.

The tension in the room spiked instantly, both Seraphine and Corvine watching closely as the moment stretched, the trigger about to be pulled. Then a phone rang.

The man with the gun paused, irritation flashing across his face as he answered the call, and after a brief exchange, he lowered the weapon, grabbing the victim roughly and dragging him out of view instead of finishing the job.

Seraphine didn’t waste a second.

Her fingers moved faster, switching between camera angles, tracking where the man was being taken until another feed came into focus, revealing a different part of the mansion.

This one looked nothing like the others.

It was cleaner, more controlled, resembling a lab more than anything else, with equipment lined up neatly and a man dressed in white waiting as the victim was forced onto a table.

They didn’t hesitate.

An injection went in first, the man’s body going limp almost immediately, unconscious before he could even react, and then, the procedure started.

Corvine’s jaw tightened, his expression darkening as he watched what unfolded. "You were right, Sera," he said quietly, his voice carrying a cold edge now, "this man needs to be stopped, because there’s no way this is the only person he’s doing this to."

Time seemed to blur after that. Seraphine moved through files, breaking into secured documents with the same efficiency, her eyes scanning everything as quickly as it appeared, until something made her pause, her brows drawing together slightly.

"He has another property," she said, her tone shifting, more focused now, "a larger one in Peru, and it’s worse."

She pulled up the corresponding footage. What appeared on the screen was enough to make the situation feel even heavier.

People were packed into tight spaces, their conditions barely livable, bodies crammed together with no room to move, while in another section, separated entirely, infants were kept in a sterile environment that resembled a controlled lab, isolated in a way that made their purpose feel even more disturbing.

Corvine exhaled slowly, his gaze hard as he took it all in. "Once the FBI gets solid evidence from here, they’ll have enough to go after everything," he said, his voice steady despite the anger beneath it, "and those people can be saved too."

Seraphine gave a small nod, her focus already back on the system as she mapped out entrances, exits, security rotations, and every possible access point, building a full picture of the operation piece by piece.

By the time she was done, the conclusion was unavoidable.

"There are too many guards," she said, leaning back slightly as she processed everything, her tone calm but firm, "this isn’t something that can be handled quietly."

Violence wasn’t just a possibility, it was inevitable. "I’ll talk to Voren," she added after a moment, her voice carrying quiet determination, "and if he refuses to help, then I’m terminating our contract."

Corvine’s lips curved into a faint smile, something sharp flickering in his eyes as he leaned back again, clearly satisfied with where this was heading.

Santiago had no idea what he had just walked into.

And now, whether he realized it or not, he had tangled himself in the wrong web, with the wrong woman.