Too Late To Regret, My Alphas

Rosalie:

If someone had told me a few months ago that I would willingly sit across a table from Kaiser again, working together toward a common goal, I would have laughed in disbelief.

Yet here I was.

Not because I had forgiven him. Not because I trusted him. And certainly not because I wanted him back in my life.

I was here because Charlotte had crossed a line she should never have crossed. She had brought her schemes into the bookstore, into the little world I had painstakingly built from the ruins of my old life. If she thought I would continue being the same quiet Rosalie who silently endured everything she threw at me, she was about to be disappointed.

That didn’t mean working with Kaiser was easy. In fact, every meeting between us remained awkward. We never met at my house. We never met inside the bookstore either. Instead, we chose public places - a quiet cafe, a library reading room, sometimes even a small park during the daytime. Neutral territory. Somewhere neither of us felt like we were invading the other’s life.

Even then, there was an invisible line between us. He never crossed it and neither did I.

Today’s meeting took place inside a small cafe not far from the human business district. The thick folder Kaiser had handed me several days ago now sat open between us, filled with neatly arranged documents, photographs, bank statements, handwritten notes, and timelines. I had already spent two nights reading everything inside. Every page made me realize just how much work Kaiser had secretly put into investigating Charlotte.

"I verified the transactions you highlighted," I said quietly, sliding several printed statements toward him.

He immediately leaned forward. "What did you find?"

I tapped the highlighted rows. "These payments, they don’t match."

His eyes narrowed. He didn’t seem shocked as if he already knew this was coming, but he surely didn’t look the least bit pleased to learn that his assumption had turned into reality.

For the past three evenings, I had used every bit of financial knowledge I’d picked up while managing the bookstore’s accounts to organize Charlotte’s suspicious transactions into chronological order. At first glance, nothing looked particularly alarming. Small transfers. Consulting fees. Administrative reimbursements. Event expenses.

Ordinary.

Until someone actually compared them.

"The amounts are intentionally kept small," I continued. "Small enough that they wouldn’t trigger internal reviews considering how she pretends to be a spendthrift."

Kaiser nodded slowly as he noticed something as well. "But frequent."

"Very." I confirmed, placing another sheet beside the first one. "Individually, none of them would raise suspicion. But together..." I circled the total at the bottom. "...they are substantial."

Kaiser’s expression hardened. "She’s been siphoning money."

"I think so."

He looked at me as he pointed out. "You sound uncertain."

"Because I don’t like making accusations without proof."

That earned me the faintest smile before he spoke, "You are still the same."

"What does that mean?" I couldn’t stop myself from asking.

His smile spread further but somehow still stayed soft as he answered, "You have always wanted evidence before judging people."

I chose not to answer. Instead, I pointed toward another document. "Look at the receiving account."

He lowered his eyes. The account number had appeared repeatedly over the last several months. Different dates. Different payment descriptions. But same destination.

"I had someone trace it." I said, internally thanking Zaiden once again for taking care of this matter within hours. He surely had very capable people working under him, including and extremely dangerous hacker.

Kaiser lifted his head immediately, clearly surprised by my words. "You did?" He asked.

I simply nodded, not blithering to explain further though I could tell he wanted to know more. Once he realized that, he finally let out a soft sigh and asked, "So? What did you find?"

"The account doesn’t belong to Charlotte. Instead it belongs..." I slid one final document across the table. "...to her older brother."

Silence.

Kaiser stared at the name for several long moments. Then he slowly leaned back in his chair.

"But why would she do that?" He finally asked. "Her family is extremely rich. And her brother is the new CEO. Why would she transfer money to her brother from Alastor’s account? Unless..."

He didn’t finish the sentence, but we both knew there were very limited reasons for why Charlotte might be doing something like this.

The realization settled heavily between us.

This wasn’t someone secretly buying expensive jewelry or hiding luxury purchases. Nor was it someone filling their own account by emptying their mate’s account. Charlotte had been transferring company funds directly into another person’s account, repeatedly and deliberately.

"I looked into her brother next," I admitted.

Kaiser immediately frowned. "How?"

"That’s not the point." I replied, "What you need to know is that the situation of Blanett family’s business might not be exactly what they have been trying to make the rest of the world see... or at least what they are trying to make you and your brothers see."

The company’s public financial information was particularly impressive - constant profits, rapid growth, almost extraordinary performance every quarter. From the outside, the Blanett corporation looked like one of the most profitable and rapidly growing business in the human world.

And yet something kept bothering me.

"The timing." I pointed toward two separate timelines. "Though they did their best to bury this particular information under fake PR, I still was able to find out that about eight months ago they faced a eyes heavy loss that nearly pushed the company toward bankruptcy. And yet, they got a big fund as investment just two months later. And that’s not the end, more and more people started investigating in projects that haven’t started even after nearly half a year. And these people and companies were all on paper."

I shifted my finger toward Charlotte’s transactions as I added, "Their company’s sudden recovery... matches almost perfectly with the first suspicious transfers."

Kaiser’s eyes widened slightly. "You think the money-"

"I’m not saying it definitely came from Alastor’s company." I interrupted gently. "But..." I looked directly at him. "...I think we should seriously consider the possibility."

He remained silent for nearly an entire minute. Finally, he let out a slow breath as he whispered, "I underestimated her."

"So did everyone."

Including me.

Perhaps especially me. Back then, I had only thought Charlotte was manipulative, selfish, and jealous. But now, the woman sitting behind that innocent smile looked increasingly dangerous. Maybe it was never jealously that drove her to kill me.

Kaiser rubbed his forehead tiredly. "If she’s stealing from Alastor..." He trailed off before adding, "He’ll never believe it. Not without undeniable proof."

I nodded.

That was why this investigation mattered. Because accusations alone would never convince Alastor or Darien. But evidence might.

"We need more." Kaiser said, "The bank statements aren’t enough. They can create suspicion, but they won’t prove intent."

I flipped through another section of the folder as I spoke, "Which brings us to the company."

He understood instantly. "The family business."

I nodded. "Everything keeps pointing back there."

For the next hour, we carefully organized everything we already knew - Charlotte secretly transferred money, the receiving account belonged to her brother, the brother managed the family company, and the company had experienced suspicious financial improvement in the past six months.

There were too many coincidences. Far too many.

Eventually, Kaiser folded his arms thoughtfully. "We need to see it ourselves."

"I was thinking the same." I added immediately.

Between running the bookstore, writing novels, and spending months training with Zaiden and Eiden, I’d learned that details mattered. Sometimes they changed everything.

Kaiser pulled out his phone and opened the company’s profile. "How about we go there next Friday?"

I glanced at the screen he had turned toward me. The Blanett Corporation’s official website displayed an announcement for an open corporate exhibition that would be held the following Friday. Investors, business partners, suppliers, and members of the public who had registered in advance were welcome to attend. It was the perfect opportunity to walk through the company without immediately drawing suspicion.

"Next Sunday works," I agreed after a moment. "An open event gives us a perfect opportunity to sneak in and look around."

Kaiser nodded in agreement.

Neither of us had any intention of acting without proof. Charlotte had already manipulated too many people by twisting the truth. If we wanted to expose her, we needed evidence that couldn’t be dismissed as assumptions or jealousy.

Kaiser closed the folder before sliding it toward me. "Keep this with you."

I frowned. "Shouldn’t you hold onto it?"

He slowly shook his head. "No. If Charlotte somehow discovers I have been investigating her, my office and room will be the first places she tries to search. She doesn’t know we are working together." A faint, humorless smile crossed his face. "Let’s keep it that way for as long as possible."

I silently accepted the folder.

For the first time since we had begun this investigation, I realized just how dangerous it could become. We weren’t simply looking into Charlotte anymore. We were looking into an influential human corporation with deep financial ties, hidden transactions, and people willing to bury the truth.

I tightened my grip on the folder resting on my lap.

"Then it’s settled," I said, meeting Kaiser’s gaze one final time. "Next Sunday, we visit the Blanett Corporation."

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