Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever-Chapter 16 – Seraphine Is Gone

Her name echoed inside Ravyn’s head like a struck bell. "Sera..."

The way the word left his mouth, hard, sharp, edged with rage that made Callum instantly regret ever opening his mouth about Daisy.

The Alpha’s presence filled the room, oppressive and cold, his eyes blazing with something far darker than anger.

"No, I haven’t even spoken to Luna—" Callum tried again, his voice strained, desperate to be heard.

"Enough!" Ravyn cut him off. His voice was steel, unyielding, carrying the unquestionable authority of an Alpha who had already passed judgment. "Isn’t it obvious? How dare you accuse Daisy? First you announce your resignation, then you try to pin this on her. Clever, very clever." His lips curled. "Fine, bring your resignation letter now."

A smug smile tugged at Daisy’s lips, small, fleeting, but unmistakable.

Callum saw it, and something inside him snapped.

"Alpha," he said bitterly, his fists clenched at his sides, "I hope you realize one day that this woman is the root of every problem you’re facing."

The slap came without warning. The force sent Callum crashing to the floor, his vision blurring as pain exploded across his cheek.

An Alpha’s strength was unmatched, and the blow was less a strike and more a declaration of dominance. The humiliation burned hotter than the pain.

Without another word, Callum pushed himself up, bowed stiffly out of obligation rather than respect, and left the room. Minutes later, he returned with the resignation letter in hand, his expression hollow.

Ravyn signed it without hesitation, and when the medical staff gathered, murmuring anxiously and pleading on Callum’s behalf, Ravyn’s voice rang out over them all.

"Whoever wants to leave should follow him now," he declared coldly. "Or forever hold your peace."

Silence swallowed the room. Fear, uncertainty, and indecision hung thick in the air, until Daisy spoke from where she sat on the hospital bed.

"You don’t have to leave," she said gently, her voice smooth and warm, dripping like honey. "We can make this pack better, together."

Her words wrapped around their hearts, soothing, convincing, carefully crafted. Callum watched them, how their doubt wavered, and how their loyalty bended and shook his head in quiet despair before turning away.

As he walked out, regret weighed heavily on his chest. He had supported Daisy’s coronation as co-Luna, and believed her like the rest now.

If he had known who she truly was, he would have warned the pack members long ago, but now it was too late. Most had already returned to the city, blind to the deception that had unfolded right under their noses.

This was how Daisy had won them over, and now he knew just how dangerous she was.

Still, as he left the pack grounds behind, Callum held onto one fragile hope that one day, the pack would wake up, see the truth, and fight for the return of Luna Seraphine.

Daisy was discharged a few days later. When she returned to the pack house, she was treated like the queen she had always wanted to be.

Servants bowed lower, pack members smiled wider, and doors opened before she even reached them.

Without hesitation, she moved into Ravyn’s chambers, the Alpha’s private space, the very rooms Seraphine had once called home.

The moment Daisy stepped inside and saw Seraphine’s belongings, something dark flickered in her eyes. The huge closet, and Seraphine’s lingering scent that still clung faintly to the air.

She forced a pitiful smile and clung to Ravyn’s arm. "Rav," she said softly, gesturing to the closet, "she left her clothes behind. That means she’s planning to come back, doesn’t it?"

Ravyn followed her gaze, irritation tightening his jaw. "Instruct the servants to burn them," he ordered flatly.

Daisy froze. "Burn them?" Her eyes lingered on the racks of clothing, designer pieces, rare fabrics, brands she had only ever admired from afar. Ravyn had never bought her such things.

When he gave her money, she saved most of it, sending the rest to her parents for emergencies.

Some of these outfits had never even been worn. "No," she said quickly, masking her greed behind reason. "They’re all new. I can wear them. But... what if she comes back?"

Even as she spoke, she realized how badly she didn’t want Seraphine to return.

Ravyn’s voice was firm, and dismissive. "Don’t worry, she’ll never show her face again."

Satisfaction bloomed across Daisy’s lips. "Okay," she said sweetly. "I’ll go take care of Bryan."

Ravyn nodded. "And I’ll start looking for a new Beta."

Days bled into weeks and yet, Ravyn could not find a single person to give up their city life to return to the pack. Work consumed him entirely, leaving him exhausted and irritable until another crisis landed squarely on his desk.

The call came from his assistant in the city. "Sir, one of our major shareholders, Marjorie Steward, is requesting to sell her shares. She needs the money urgently, but we don’t have a buyer lined up."

Ravyn frowned deeply. If those shares were sold without a replacement, his ranking would drop from second richest man on the Forbes list to third, maybe even fourth.

"No," he said sharply. "Negotiate, and buy us time."

"I tried, sir," the assistant sighed. "Her agent refused. They’re invoking the contract, saying that either the shares are sold immediately, or we pay the twenty percent monthly capital clause."

Ravyn’s expression darkened. "That would drop us to sixth."

"Exactly," the assistant replied grimly. "So... should I prepare the check, or will you come speak to her agent? Though, you should know. Marjorie operates from the shadows. Only her agent ever appears."

Ravyn remembered that no one had ever seen Marjorie Steward. She was a ghost with immense power. "I’ll come," he said after a pause. "Wait for me."

It was either an eight-hour drive or a two-hour flight. He preferred his private jet, but that meant leaving the pack behind.

He summoned Daisy to his office immediately. She entered with a smile already in place, kissing him before he could speak. "You called for me?"

"Yes," Ravyn said. "There’s an emergency. I need to go to the city. Can you handle the pack?"

Daisy froze. Even when Seraphine ruled, Corvine had always been there to support her. To do it alone, was too much. "I... I’ll need help," she said carefully. "A Beta, maybe."

Sorrow flickered in Ravyn’s eyes. "You know how difficult that is. I’m working on it, but this can’t wait."

Panic tightened Daisy’s chest. Her comfort had always been Ravyn’s presence. She followed him everywhere, especially to the city. Now she was being asked to stay behind, alone, and in charge. What if another woman took Ravyn’s attention from her?

Those city girls could not be trusted. "You know I have Bryan to take care of," she said softly. "Why don’t you talk to Seraphine? The divorce isn’t finalized. This is still her responsibility."

Ravyn considered it, then nodded. "You’re right, I’ll see her now. She can’t refuse something like this."

In his mind, he had already decided that if Seraphine refused, he would stall the divorce until she complied.

But not long after Ravyn left the pack grounds, a delivery man arrived, and Daisy accepted the parcel.

The moment she saw what was inside, her eyes dimmed, burning with fury, dread, and the crushing weight of her own actions.

Ravyn arrived at his parents’ house moments later, but was not prepared for the words that awaited him. "The divorce certificate was delivered yesterday. Sera left as soon as she received it. Do you regret it now?" His father asked with an amused smile.