Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Chapter 5 – You’re not afraid of what I’ll do next?

Chapter 5 – You’re not afraid of what I’ll do next?

Ravyn caught Daisy just as her knees buckled, lifting her into his arms with a roar already tearing from his chest.

The metallic scent of blood hung thick in the air, sharp and undeniable, igniting his instincts. He turned sharply, prepared to rush her straight to the hospital wing, when Daisy’s trembling fingers clutched at his collar.

"Rav... stop," she whispered weakly. "She’s leaving." He froze, confusion flickered across his face as his gaze followed the direction of Daisy’s eyes.

Blood dripped steadily from both of her wrists, staining his sleeves, yet her attention was fixed on Seraphine, standing a few feet away, upright despite the tension, a small travel bag resting quietly at her side.

"Leaving?" Ravyn echoed hoarsely. He didn’t believe it. That bag was not big enough to contain her things. "Where would she go?"

The hour was late. The pack house was unnaturally still, shadows stretching long across the marble floor. The sight of that bag twisted something sharp and ugly in his chest.

Daisy could not allow Seraphine to walk away, not like this. Not freely. She had ruled for too late and even if it was just once, Daisy wanted to see her reduced to nothing.

"The wound isn’t deep," she said quickly, her voice strained but calm. "It will take time, but it can heal on its own." She swallowed hard, then continued, urgency sharpening her tone. "But her, she was trying to leave. When I tried to stop her, she stabbed me."

The accusation landed heavily, reverberating through the hall. Seraphine tilted her head slightly, lips curving into something almost amused.

"Still lying, huh?" Her voice was calm, too calm. Casual, even, but her blue eyes held something sharp beneath the surface, something that made Daisy instinctively recoil.

"You’re not afraid of what I’ll do next?" Seraphine asked softly, Daisy flinched despite herself, but Ravyn snapped. "Corvine!" he roared, his voice echoing violently through the pack house.

Footsteps thundered down the staircase as Corvine appeared moments later, his posture rigid, his expression alert. "Alpha."

Ravyn stared at Seraphine with disgust in his eyes before locking his gaze with Corvine. "Lock her in the dungeon," he ordered without hesitation, fury blazing in his eyes as he pointed at Seraphine. "Until I decide her punishment."

A stunned silence followed, but Corvine did not move. "I can’t," he mumbled.

"What?" Ravyn snarled, turning sharply. His patience was fraying by the second. "I said, lock her in the dungeon."

The dungeon had once been reserved for criminals and traitors, back when rogue attacks were common and justice was brutal. But times had changed. Crime within the packs was rare now, and the dungeon had not been used in over a decade.

"I’m sorry, Alpha," Corvine said at last, his voice steady but firm. "I can’t."

Gasps rippled through the room. Seraphine’s eyes widened slightly, and so did Alpha Voren.

"She’s still my Luna," Corvine added. Daisy’s jaw clenched tightly as she fought to maintain her composure. What was so special about Seraphine that Corvine respected her so much?

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