Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57: Chapter 57 – Daisy is a flirt

Damon had not returned to the pack for nostalgia, pride, or some misplaced sense of loyalty that refused to die.

He had come back because of Seraphine, and that truth sat so deeply inside his chest that there was no room for denial, no room for hesitation, and certainly no room for cowardice.

If it came down to it, he would burn bridges, ruin reputations, and tear through anything that stood between her and justice without blinking twice, because the version of her he had seen recently, the version that carried pain in her silence and fire in her restraint, had carved something permanent into him.

Bryan’s situation had been tragic enough on its own, a mess of loyalty and misplaced affection, but the more Damon learned about what Seraphine had actually endured, the more something dark and cold settled into his veins.

Ravyn’s betrayal was one thing, and his coldness was another thing, and when Damon let himself imagine it for even a second too long, his jaw tightened so hard it almost hurt. Daisy’s name didn’t make it any better. If anything, it made it worse.

"Anything," Damon said into the phone, his voice steady even though his mind was racing ahead of him like it was trying to catch up with something already lost.

Seraphine did not waste time cushioning the truth or softening her request. She never did when it mattered.

"The night I got pregnant was during the Moon Festival seven years ago," she began, her tone controlled but heavy in a way that pressed against the silence between them. "Ravyn had been drugged before he forced himself on me. I need proof of that night, Damon, and I need to know if you can get it for me."

For a second, Damon forgot how to breathe properly. Seven years ago felt like another lifetime. He had been away from the pack for so long that the idea of digging through old shadows, old secrets, old alliances that had probably shifted a dozen times since then, made his head spin.

Records could have disappeared. Witnesses could have been silenced, and memories could have been rewritten.

"Sera," he exhaled slowly, rubbing a hand over his face as he stared at the pack hospital from where he stood like answers might be written there. "That would be hard. Seven years ago?"

"I know," she replied immediately, and there was no self-pity in her voice, only calculation. "What I want is a way to make Daisy confess. I know she was behind everything, but I don’t have proof. Damon, play around with her, let her lose her guard and find a way to get the information out of her."

He went quiet after that, not because he disagreed, but because the way she said it made something inside him shift. She had thought this through, planned it carefully, step by step, like someone who had spent years replaying the same night in her mind and finally decided she was done being the victim in her own story.

There was something almost frightening about how composed she sounded, about how cleanly she laid out the strategy, and Damon couldn’t help wondering how much pain it had taken to turn her into someone this sharp.

"It’s hard to get close to her because I don’t like her," he admitted, his voice flattening slightly as Daisy’s face flashed through his mind, all artificial sweetness and calculating smiles. "But for your sake, I’ll try."

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