Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 590: Chapter 590 – We never met here tonight

Seraphine didn’t know for certain. She’d simply found the video of Noelle’s confession a little out of the norm, a little too convenient. Something about it had nagged at her, gnawed at the edges of her consciousness like an itch she couldn’t quite reach.

Certain that she was not related to Coco in any way, she was equally certain that Coco’s meeting with Voren was not just a coincidence or because of Voren’s search for Seraphine’s look-alike. The timing was too perfect, the circumstances too neatly arranged.

Yes, it was possible for someone to look like Seraphine but not this identical. Not with this exact bone structure, this precise symmetry of features.

As a medical doctor, she concluded that Coco had had a plastic surgery of some kind, but how could it be done in a way to make Coco look exactly as Seraphine?

The precision required would be impossible, the surgery itself unheard of in modern medicine. No amount of scalpels and fillers could replicate the unique combination of genetics that made up her face.

That was how Seraphine settled on witchcraft. The conclusion made a horrifying kind of sense. If that was the case, then it was also possible that Coco had pulled more strings, manipulated more than just her own appearance.

For instance, Daisy had tried to use a spell on Voren which did not work, so how did Coco manage to get so close? Witches were the most dangerous creatures in their world, and for such reason, packs never condoned their crafts.

The very mention of witchcraft sent shivers down the spines of even the most powerful Alphas.

Between Vampires, Lycans, Werewolves, and Witches, only witches had the ability to use their powers anywhere. Vampires were unable to operate during the day, their powers tied to the darkness.

Lycans and werewolves lost their abilities in the human world, their strength and senses dulled to near-human levels.

But witches thrived anywhere, their magic flowing through them regardless of location or circumstance, making them more dangerous than met the eyes.

They could bend reality, manipulate memories, rewrite history with a whisper and a wave.

Seraphine only guessed it, but was now certain it was true from what Coco had said and judging from her pale form. The woman’s face had drained of all color, her hands trembling at her sides, and Seraphine knew she had struck gold.

”I didn’t know for sure,” Seraphine admitted, her voice carrying a note of triumph despite her exhaustion. ”But you just confirmed it. So how did you do it? How did you manipulate his mind to think that he slept with you and even hurt you?” The questions tumbled out all at once, her curiosity overriding her caution.

She wanted to know if Coco had inherited her mother’s powers, or if she was just using her mother’s help. The distinction mattered, would determine how dangerous Coco truly was.

An inherited witch was born with power, raised in it, trained in it. A witch using borrowed magic was far less formidable, far easier to defeat.

”Why should I tell you?” Coco’s defiance was crumbling, but she clung to it desperately. Her eyes darted around the room, calculating, assessing, ready to move to plan B since clearly, plan A had failed spectacularly.

Seraphine was already feeling her hunger and fatigue pressing down on her.

Due to this arrangement, she hadn’t eaten since morning, and carrying twin pregnancy, her adrenaline was running thin.

The babies demanded energy, demanded sustenance, and her body was beginning to protest the neglect. Her hand instinctively moved to her swollen belly, cradling the life growing inside her.

Now, she needed to get every information fast. Time was not on her side, and she could feel her strength waning with each passing moment.

”Well, I have videos of everything you did to that man on the bed,” she gestured toward the unconscious gigolo sprawled across the sheets, ”and every conversation we’ve had so far.” A leisurely yawn escaped her, betraying her exhaustion even as her eyes remained sharp and calculating.

”I could send it viral and imagine how your value would reduce from hero to zero. I know for sure that no designer would want to work with you anymore.” She let the words hang in the air, watching Coco’s face contort with dawning horror. ”So what do you say? Will you tell me exactly what you did to Voren, or should I send that video?”

Coco’s heart stopped. Seraphine didn’t have any gadget with her, no phone in sight, no recording device visible.

So it only meant there was some kind of hidden cameras or Seraphine was just blabbing, trying to bluff her way through.

Coco was the one who booked this room and the only person she gave access to was Jasmine, whom she thought was her loyal accomplice.

She began to look around carefully, her eyes scanning every corner, every surface, every shadow. But there were no signs of any gadgets, no telltale glint of lenses, no blinking lights.

”You’re lying to me.” Coco’s voice wavered, but she forced steel into it. ”You don’t have the video.”

Seraphine smiled, though it didn’t reach her eyes. The expression was cold, calculating, utterly devoid of warmth. ”Coco, I don’t have time to waste like you.” She paused, letting the implication settle. ”But it’s okay if you don’t tell me. I just hope that you don’t come back to plead for your dignity because I won’t even be here when you do.”

”Is that the only reason you came?” Coco asked, her eyes narrowing as she calculated her chances, weighed her options. Perhaps she could still salvage this, still find a way out.

Seraphine shook her head slowly, her expression softening almost imperceptibly. ”No, I wanted to compensate you before. Honestly, I was happy that you didn’t take my child to social welfare but rather brought her to Voren.”

Genuine emotion flickered across her features, a glimpse of the gratitude she had once felt. ”It’s the reason I felt grateful. But after you tried to pull something like this...” Her eyes hardened again, her voice dropping to a dangerous register. ”Trust me, I can be very bitchy.”

Coco suddenly grew nervous, her bravado crumbling completely. The threat hung in the air between them, thick and suffocating. ”Okay.” The word came out barely above a whisper.

”I can tell you about how Voren got those memories. But only if you still give me the needed compensation.” Her eyes pleaded, desperate and calculating all at once. ”If not, I shall pretend we never met tonight.”