Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Chapter 293 - You looked at me like you’d never seen me before

Chapter 293 - You looked at me like you’d never seen me before

"Meaning what, exactly?" Seraphine didn’t turn around to face him. Her voice came out flat and careful in that way people get when they already know the thing they’re about to hear is going to hurt pretty bad.

Voren didn’t hurry through it. He let the words sit there and settle properly.

"The first time I came to the city, I was there to learn everything. Business stuff, investments, how to actually build something that would last a long time. You were so excited when I left. You had this whole list of requests."

A low breath escaped him, something caught between a laugh and a sigh. "Buy me this, bring me that, don’t forget the thing from that one store over there." His hands slowed down in her hair.

"I spent four whole years out there, away from the pack, learning all I could, building up my life, stacking everything together. Starting businesses that would actually mean something real for us. That’s what I was planning for your eighteenth birthday. Everything I was doing, all of it, was for after that point."

Seraphine stayed quiet. She wasn’t moving an inch.

"And then?" she asked, her voice low and controlled. But her hands had curled tight into the fabric of his shirt in her lap.

"And then something happened." His voice didn’t break but it got a lot heavier. "And by the time it did, Marigold’s mother was already there in the picture."

Seraphine stared straight ahead at the wall, her chest rising and falling slowly, her mind reaching out for a memory she couldn’t quite grab, like pressing your hand against thick glass and not being able to push through no matter how hard you tried.

"Why can’t I remember any of this?" she whispered. More to herself than to him. "Why does it feel like someone just took those parts away?"

Voren set the dryer down slowly. He didn’t answer her right away. He just looked at the back of her head, at the curve of her shoulders, at the way she was holding herself together the same way she always had when something hit her somewhere deep inside.

Like she was used to hurting quietly without making a big scene about it.

His expression went through something complicated — grief and guilt and something that looked almost like firm resolve, all of it moving through his face at once before it settled back into stillness.

"That’s what I need to tell you," he finally said. "All of it. From the very beginning, no holding back."

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