Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 59 – The best friend you’ll ever have

Daisy had always known Damon was wealthy, but in her mind, his wealth had lived in the comfortable realm of millions, impressive but still within reach of comparison, still something Ravyn could tower over if he chose to flex hard enough.

Billions, though, that was a different universe entirely, a different level of power, the kind that shifted balances quietly without announcing itself. And as she stood there replaying his casual mention of fifty billion like it had been pocket change, something inside her recalibrated.

She had long ago learned how to position herself beside power without truly belonging to it. With Ravyn, she played her role well. In public, she was polished and poised, the graceful partner at his side.

In private gatherings, she adapted effortlessly, charming investors, smiling through conversations she barely cared about, laughing at jokes that weren’t funny because it kept her in the room.

But beneath all of that, she understood a truth she never admitted out loud. She felt more like an escort orbiting a throne than a cherished partner sharing it.

Damon, however, stood differently. He did not flaunt, did not chase validation. He spoke about money the way other men spoke about weather, and that calm, almost careless confidence unsettled her more than arrogance ever could.

He raised his brow slightly, a hint of pride flickering across his expression, though it wasn’t loud or obnoxious.

"I don’t mean to brag," he said smoothly, his voice carrying a quiet certainty that felt heavier than any boast, "but if things keep going bad for our Alpha, I’ll be richer than him. Don’t worry, though. I’d never sabotage his authority. Alpha positions are inherited, after all, unless the lineages are wiped away."

The last part hung in the air just a fraction longer than necessary, and Daisy’s eyes flickered with something strange, something calculating and sharp before she masked it with a mysterious little smile that didn’t quite reach her gaze.

For a second, it felt like they were both testing the temperature of something unspoken, both aware that power was not just about titles but about resources, influence, and timing.

he didn’t react. He kept his posture relaxed, his

he said casually, breaking the tension as if it had never existed. "If anything, we can have him admitted to the

Damon’s words echoed relentlessly, intertwining with her

dry strategically, and Daisy felt it, even if Ravyn tried to mask it with confidence. A man without wealth was a man without leverage, and a man without leverage was, in her

on the other hand,

they reached Bryan’s room, the air inside felt warm and heavy. Bryan lay asleep on the bed, his face slightly flushed, strands of hair sticking faintly to

cloth into a bowl of water and gently dabbing Bryan’s forehead with careful movements

sweating," Damon observed, his voice low but

tone confident and almost rehearsed. "The serum

her subtle suspicion, and something inside him tightened. He straightened slowly, turning toward Daisy with a serious expression that stripped away the earlier

his voice steady

It was small, barely noticeable, but Damon caught it. Her

made it myself," she said smoothly.

chest in a way that felt more confrontational

serum. It’s fine if you want to take credit." His tone sharpened just a

it press against her skin like heat, like the walls had moved

briefly toward the doorway before stepping closer to him. "Come," she said