Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Chapter 3 – where is my son?

"Mom, I’m glad you’re back," a child’s voice rang out, sharp with relief and fear. "This vile woman wanted to take me away."

"Don’t worry, little champ," another voice answered gently, firm with authority. "No one can take you away from us. Your father would never allow it."

The voices reached Luna Seraphine long before she could open her eyes.

They drifted in and out of her consciousness, echoing through her mind like fragments of a dream she did not want to remember.

When her lashes finally fluttered open, the familiar wooden beams of the pack house ceiling came into view, recognizable, yet distant, as though she were seeing them through water.

How she had gotten here, she had no idea. The last clear memory burned vividly in her mind: her knees giving way, her body collapsing as the maternity test result slipped from her trembling fingers and hit the floor.

But that made no sense. No, her heart thundered painfully against her ribs. She had been pregnant after that night. The night Ravyn forced himself on her.

The night that bound her to him in a marriage she always desired.

She carried that pregnancy for nine long months, enduring the pain, the nausea, the exhaustion, and every other discomfort that came with it.

She went into labor, screamed, bled. She heard the sharp, unmistakable cry of a newborn before the world went black and exhaustion dragged her under. She had given birth so what exactly was going on?

Alpha Ravyn’s cold, merciless eyes were the first thing she saw clearly. They bored into hers with unrestrained fury. "How dare you try to steal my son from me?" he growled. "Do you have a death wish?"

Seraphine’s face remained eerily calm as Beta Corvine stepped forward, helping her sit upright. Every muscle in her body ached, but she ignored it, her mind already racing.

Across the room, Daisy stood quietly. A sly, victorious smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction she did not bother to hide.

"Ravyn," Seraphine said slowly, her voice steady despite the storm tearing through her chest. "I had a son that night. If Bryan isn’t mine, then where is my son?"

A harsh scoff escaped Ravyn’s lips, but the coldness in his eyes deepened, turning lethal. "You really think," he said cruelly, "that after tricking me into bed that night, I would allow you to keep my child?"

His words struck with surgical precision, slow, deliberate, deadly. "Daisy was also in labor that night," he continued, his tone devoid of emotion. "I made sure we got rid of yours."

Something inside Seraphine shattered. With a feral cry, she lunged at him, her restraint snapping. Her hands clutched his neck, her fangs elongating instinctively, ready to sink into flesh.

But Ravyn was faster, stronger. With brutal ease, he flipped her off him and slammed her to the ground.

She hit the floor hard, the impact rattling her bones as pain exploded through her body.

"You might be strong," Ravyn said coldly, towering over her, "but don’t forget I am still the Alpha. My strength is unmatched."

Seraphine pushed herself up slowly, her limbs trembling, her mind mercilessly blank. "No," she whispered hoarsely. "Where is my son?"

"You mean your daughter," Ravyn corrected without hesitation. "I made sure she never saw the light of day. Her ashes were used to lay the foundation of this pack house."