Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 323: The Moon Goddess herself personally blessed her

That statement about Marigold not having seen the man she had drawn immediately caught Seraphine’s full attention.

Her eyes drifted toward Marigold. The little girl was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, a small hand tucked beneath her cheek while soft breaths escaped her lips. The sight made Seraphine’s heart ache with pure love.

Then she looked down at the drawing. The second her eyes landed on it, her entire body froze. Goosebumps erupted across her skin, and a cold sensation raced down her spine.

"She drew this?" The question came out barely above a whisper, so many thoughts running through her mind as she found it hard to settle on any of them.

Jasmine nodded right away, pride shining clearly in her voice. "She did. She’s good at everything she tries." Her gaze softened with affection as she looked over at the sleeping child. "Honestly, sometimes it feels like the Moon Goddess herself personally blessed her."

Seraphine could barely even hear the words. Her eyes stayed glued to the drawing, heart hammering hard in her chest. The man holding the child looked exactly like Corvine.

Not kinda similar. Not close enough. It was him, down to the smallest details. A wild rush of adrenaline shot through her as she grabbed another drawing, then another, and another. Each new image made her breathing faster and shakier, like the ground was shifting under her feet.

One picture showed a woman lying in a hospital bed looking exhausted. Another revealed two men holding newborns. One of those men was unmistakably Ravyn. The other was Corvine.

These drawings were way too detailed, too specific, and way too impossible for a five-year-old to have created. Marigold’s visions or dreams or whatever she called them, seemed stronger than Seraphine perceived.

in total disbelief as a huge realization crashed over her like a massive

babies had to be Bryan. She knew it deep in her bones, with

memories, and confusing fragments she couldn’t quite piece together yet. Her pulse raced so fast she felt

noticing every change in Seraphine’s expressions and wondering if she should

questions that had driven Jasmine to sneak into Marigold’s room in the

a man she had never met in real life made Jasmine realize these drawings carried real weight. No wonder Marigold always hid them so carefully. If Jasmine hadn’t accidentally seen one,

sleepy little voice cut through the

turned slowly toward the bed. Marigold was awake now. The little girl rubbed her eyes before staring curiously

daughter, her face instantly softening with pure love. goddess, she had dreamed of this moment, and it came

about Jasmine. The woman had taken care of Marigold with all

spread across her face as she sat on the edge of

bright, sleepy smile. "I’m fine." Her voice was still thick with sleep, making her sound even cuter and younger than usual. Then her sharp

away. These drawings weren’t something Marigold shared lightly. Turning to Jasmine, she gave an apologetic

completely. "Of course." She stood up and smoothed her clothes. "I’ll let the chef know breakfast is needed." She glanced at

looked down at her daughter. "Marigold, what would you

across the little girl’s face, her eyes sparkling