Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 2 - You’re not my mother

No one believed it. Six times, six separate divorce agreements had crossed Luna Seraphine’s hands, and six times she had refused to sign.

She had endured the humiliation of watching her former nanny’s daughter move freely through her home, issuing orders like she owned the place.

The pack had whispered, sneered, pitied her. To them, it all pointed to one thing, weakness.

So when the words finally left her lips, they landed like a blade dropped into silence.

"It can’t be true, right?" a pack member murmured from the crowd. "She’ll crawl back. She always does."

"Yes," another chimed in confidently. "Luna Seraphine can never leave Alpha Ravyn. She cares too much about her position."

Alpha Ravyn stood at the center of it all, tall and immaculate, his cream-colored suit tailored to perfection. For a brief moment, his hardened expression faltered.

This had to be another trick. He was the second most powerful Alpha in the entire community, second only in strength and wealth across all of New York.

With a single command, he could ruin her. Laws protected Lunas, yes, but laws could bend. And more than anything, this was humiliating, especially after everything he had said so publicly before her arrival.

This gathering had been carefully planned, invitations sent out ahead of time. Alphas had abandoned packed schedules and city obligations to witness this very moment.

Ravyn had been absolutely certain that Seraphine would give in again, just like before, but this sudden change in her attitude stunned him.

Most of the prominent Alphas were present. Only a few were absent. His closest friend, Alpha Voren Ashkael of the Grimroot Pack, for instance, had been unable to attend.

"You didn’t think this through," Ravyn said at last, his voice steady, confident. His gaze locked onto Seraphine, sharp and assessing. "You know divorcing an Alpha means you can never marry another Alpha again."

around them nodded in agreement,

is an oath among us. We don’t take each other’s exes. You won’t even be able to marry a

word, but Seraphine didn’t flinch. She had grown used to that

hospital gown, her posture remained firm, her spine straight,

her love to him, back when she had stood on a hill during the Moon

to the world,

turned to him, waiting for his response. He had dismissed it casually. "Daisy is the one I want," he had said later, without shame. "Unlike

spoiled. A pampered brat. Daisy, on the other hand, cried easily, spoke

of bullying, winning sympathy from the pack, and from Ravyn. Even from Seraphine’s own

herself. She had believed the truth would eventually rise on its

calmly, her voice slicing cleanly through the murmurs, "that as a Luna I’m unaware of the consequences of signing a

Ravyn felt unsettled. There was no desperation

tricked me. You forced my parents into pressuring me to marry you, and

it." Seraphine cut him off mid-sentence, extending her hand, with the signed

effortlessly, her gown shimmering under the ceremonial lights. Gold threads sparkled against the fabric, blending with her blonde hair until she looked radiant, like sunlight wrapped in

only needed my

to speak, wanted to tear

Bryan?" Her heart tightened

answered, unease creeping into his

all I want after

Daisy spoke at the same

need a crown or a title to prove her worth. Even dressed in a hospital gown, stripped

to leave my son behind, did

before gripping Seraphine’s arm

a scene," he hissed under his breath.