Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 60

Chapter 60 – But you’re my Alpha’s woman

The shift was subtle, but Damon saw it clearly, watched it unfold across her face like a crack forming in polished glass.

His words had landed exactly where he wanted them to, with a precision that was close to perfect, not with force, not with accusation, but with that careful mix of warmth and doubt that made people question themselves more effectively than confrontation ever could.

Damon had carved this experience from years of dealing with smart people, both werewolves and humans in the city where competition was at a very high side.

He could almost see the battle happening behind Daisy’s eyes, pride fighting against fear, control slipping just enough to expose the insecurity she worked so hard to bury.

"Okay," she exhaled finally, the word leaving her like it cost something. She stepped closer, closing the space between them until the air felt charged and intimate.

"Promise me you won’t tell Ravyn, or I’ll make your life really miserable. Besides, he’ll never take your word over mine."

There it was, the threat wrapped in vulnerability, the reminder of her influence tucked inside a plea.

She needed him silent, but she also needed him on her side, and in many other ways, and that contradiction pulsed beneath her tone.

"I already know that," Damon replied calmly, not flinching, not retreating, his voice steady in a way that unsettled her more than anger would have.

her position, just quiet awareness, and somehow gave

of her, or so she thought, and that made her

then looked back up at him with a different expression entirely. The sharpness softened, the

a girlfriend?" she asked suddenly, the question almost too casual to match the intensity of the moment. She had easily won against Seraphine with

she was most certain to destroy, win against, or eliminate any woman who stood in

quickly. He tilted his head slightly, studying her as though trying to understand what

answered slowly. "Why do you

just long enough to make it feel intentional, her fingers brushing lightly against

her voice quieter now, stripped of

answer right away. Instead, he held her gaze deliberately, letting the silence stretch between them until it felt heavy, until it forced her to stay in the moment with

her eyes, the fragile hope she would

I’m beginning to like," he said finally, his voice lowering just enough to make the words feel personal, private, almost forbidden. "But

eyes, a flicker of something

spent years being compared, evaluated, ranked against Seraphine in whispers and

and the quiet

had learned to perform sweetness, to manufacture kindness, to offer smiles that earned approval even when resentment coiled tightly

compliment she received had felt conditional,

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