Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 10 – I will never help Daisy

Seraphine stopped halfway up the staircase, her hand tightening around the banister as the weight of memory dragged her backward.

Daisy had grown up in her parents’ house. She had been a sickly child, fragile, pale, constantly hovering between life and death.

Each time the doctors shook their heads, it was Seraphine’s blood that saved her, again, and again.

A year older and utterly an only child, Seraphine had embraced Daisy as the younger sister she never had, filling the void left by her own solitude with loyalty and care.

But love, she had learned too late, did not guarantee trust. Her mother had doted on Daisy endlessly, smothering her with concern, indulgence, and affection, often at Seraphine’s expense.

And Daisy had been clever, deceptively so. With tearful eyes and carefully chosen silences, she painted Seraphine as cruel, impatient, heartless.

Every scratch became an accusation. Every misunderstanding, a calculated performance.

In the end, Daisy won. She claimed the sympathy of everyone, pack members, elders, even Seraphine’s own parents.

Inside her own home, Seraphine was branded ruthless, unfeeling, and dangerous. That reputation drove her straight into Kylie’s orbit and, eventually, into Ravyn’s territory.

At the time, they all lived within the Centenary Pack. Ravyn was still young then, not yet Alpha.

relocated to the outskirts of the territory. Seraphine, barely twelve at the time, followed behind, having lived

and sacred madness of a moon festival, Ravyn forced himself on her. The moon bore

used the truth like a weapon, twisting circumstance until it bent in their favor. Marriage was forced upon her, burying her

same Daisy wanted her blood again. Even after she had left the pack, and after her what they cruelly did

Seraphine said, her voice steady and cold as iron, "unless you can bring

the Centenary Pack, she had sworn her feet would never cross its borders again. That

irony burned. To be at her mercy now, when her actions had lit

daughter was dead, and the truth, one that twisted cruelly in his chest, was that he felt no guilt. He had never wanted a child

at least, had given him Bryan. A son, and in the pack, he had declared it openly: a

your decision," Ravyn said coldly, his jaw tightening, "then you leave me no choice. I will send word across the

but Seraphine did

ended at state lines. New York was not the world, and Seraphine knew that better than

knowledge. She understood things far beyond her years. Politics, history, pack laws,

was why she was never afraid. Love had weakened her once, stripped her bare, and left her

whatever it took to reclaim her peace and avenge her

took two steps away, then paused and turned back. "But be careful," she said quietly.

the warning. Anger clouded his reason as he turned and

the damaged gate while Seraphine turned toward

kind." His jaw hardened. "You should have killed the