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.

in her eyes, but he didn’t react. He kept his posture relaxed, his expression neutral,

as if it had never existed. "If anything, we can have him admitted to the

back toward the packhouse, Daisy’s mind refused to settle. Damon’s words echoed relentlessly, intertwining with her growing

even if Ravyn tried to mask it with confidence. A man without wealth was a man without leverage, and

on the other hand, felt stable,

inside felt warm and heavy. Bryan lay asleep on the bed, his face slightly flushed,

hesitation, dipping a cloth into a bowl of water and gently dabbing Bryan’s forehead with careful movements that felt surprisingly

Damon observed, his voice low

and almost

suspicion, and something inside him tightened. He straightened

he asked, his voice steady but firm.

It was small, barely noticeable, but Damon caught it. Her shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly before she forced a smile

made it myself," she said smoothly.

his arms across his chest

he began carefully, his gaze locking onto hers, "I know Doctor Raymond developed that serum. It’s fine if you want to take

thick and suffocating. Daisy felt it press against her

stepping closer to him. "Come,"