Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 290

Chapter 290: Chapter 290 - Why don’t I remember any of this?

Seraphine’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

She’d told herself it was just a quick scroll through his phone. No big deal. But the longer she stared at the screen, the tighter her chest got, like someone was squeezing the air right out of her lungs.

She knew Voren’s whole world revolved around Marigold. His pack, his empire, every decision—it all came back to that little girl. So yeah, she’d expected his camera roll to be packed with Marigold’s milestones: birthdays, first steps, silly faces, all that cute dad stuff.

But that’s not what she found.

It was her.

The wallpaper alone nearly knocked the wind out of her. An old birthday photo, colors slightly faded. A much younger Seraphine, caught mid-laugh with her hair flying everywhere, eyes squeezed shut like that exact moment was the best thing that had ever happened to her.

She couldn’t even remember which birthday it was. Six? Seven? No clue.

And that’s when it really hit her.

There was a massive hole where those memories should’ve been.

She sat there, mentally poking at the empty space like you’d press on a bruise, but nothing came back. She’d always had this vague, uneasy feeling that her childhood sucked.

Nothing specific, just a low hum in the background. She remembered little scraps, like sitting on the bathroom floor untangling her own curls because no one else was around, or blow-drying her hair in the mirror when she was so small she could barely reach the counter. Those moments stuck.

But her parents? Almost completely gone. Daisy’s face from back then? Mostly wiped too.

She remembered donating blood for Daisy over and over the pinch of the needle, squeezing her eyes shut, counting to ten. That part was clear.

Everything else around it? Blurry. Like someone had taken a wet rag and smeared it across the first half of her life.

She’d convinced herself that was normal. That everyone had memory gaps. That it wasn’t a big deal but staring at Voren’s phone, she wasn’t so sure anymore.

She kept scrolling.

Dozens of photos. Then hundreds. When she hit the videos, something deep in her chest cracked wide open, and she pressed play.

Her own voice, young, bright, totally carefree, filled the room.

"Voren, bring me a moon pendant from the city. And a bracelet to match it."

There she was, wild brunette curls bouncing everywhere, riding on Voren’s back like he was her personal horse.

He had her legs hooked over his arms, grinning this huge, open smile she’d never seen on his face in the present. He carried her so naturally, like he’d done it a thousand times before. Like she belonged there.

Voren’s voice came through next, younger, lighter, nothing like the guarded tone he used now.

"I’ll buy you anything, darling. Just wait for me."

Darling.

He’d called her Darling.

Seraphine replayed it. Then played it again.

In the video, Voren looked like a teenager, sixteen or seventeen, hair longer and shaggy, falling past his ears. She tilted her head.

He looked a lot like Ravyn. Same jaw, same hair, same energy. If she hadn’t heard her younger self say his name, she would’ve sworn it was Ravyn.

She kept going.

She had to set the phone face-down on her lap. She pressed her fingers hard against her eyes, barely holding it together. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

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