Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Chapter 587 – You left his face intact

Corvine had never known excitement like this. Athaliah’s possessiveness when she claimed him as her fiancé sent something electric and unfamiliar coursing through his veins.

Falling for her had been one thing, but having her feel the same way? That was uncharted territory entirely. A warmth he couldn’t quite name settled deep in his chest, spreading through his ribs like honey through warm tea.

The fact that this time, this woman, the one who made his heart stutter and his hands tremble, felt exactly what he felt was something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, something that made him feel both invincible and terrifyingly vulnerable all at once.

Throughout the technical segment with Seraphine on the software implementation, his focus kept fracturing, his attention drifting inexorably to the small LED screen tucked in the corner of the technical room.

The display showed glimpses of the event happening beyond the walls, and his gaze kept finding Athaliah’s form among the crowd, tracking her movements like a compass pointing north.

The sound and light engineers had already cleared space for them, having been briefed beforehand about their technical contributions and specialized input.

They worked efficiently around the pair, adjusting levels and fine-tuning frequencies while Corvine’s mind remained elsewhere.

The moment they wrapped up the technical portion, Corvine turned to Seraphine, his body already angled toward the door. "I’ll walk you to your husband first. Then I’m finding my woman."

Seraphine’s smile couldn’t have been brighter, genuine joy radiating from her features. "Go ahead. Voren isn’t far from here," she urged, already waving him off, but Corvine had already caught a glimpse of Voren approaching through the crowd with the children trailing behind him.

He nodded toward the familiar sight before heading in the opposite direction, his stride purposeful and quick.

The moment he rounded the corner toward the backstage area, four men materialized in his path, blocking his way with rigid postures and hard expressions.

His instincts screamed danger before his conscious mind could fully process the scene. "Liah," he called out, his voice cutting through the air after hearing an uncomfortable sound emanating from one of the changing rooms.

Before he could push past the wall of bodies and search for her, the four men lunged forward, attempting to restrain him.

Corvine didn’t care that they were human, only that he didn’t kill them. That was the line he wouldn’t cross, no matter how much his blood boiled beneath his skin.

Unconscious without bruises would suffice, and that’s exactly what he delivered. His movements were fluid and economical, each strike precise, each blow calculated to disable without permanent damage.

The bodies crumpled around him like discarded dolls, and he stepped over them without a backward glance.

When the sounds from the changing room grew more disturbing, he reached the door and pushed through.

His heart dropped through the floor and kept falling when he saw Killian’s back turned toward him, broad shoulders obscuring the view.

But the familiar cascade of hair spilling over Killian’s shoulder and the stilettos dangling from the woman’s feet told him everything he needed to know.

Then he saw the side of her bra, the edge of her panty. She was half naked, humiliated.

Corvine’s gaze ripped away instantly, refusing to add to her shame by staring, but his hand found Killian’s hair with crushing force. His fingers twisted and yanked, strands ripping from follicles with audible pops. "Fuck you, Killian," his voice came out like gravel scraping concrete. "I’ll kill you for this."

Corvine kept his eyes averted, not willing to make her uncomfortable by looking at her exposed skin, but Killian’s next words drove a knife straight through his restraint. "I fucked her," Killian said, his voice dripping with contempt and arrogance despite his compromised position. "And I enjoyed every second of it."

Curtains surrounded them on three sides, blocking any chance of Corvine slamming Killian’s face against the unforgiving wall like he desperately wanted.

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