Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever

Chapter 8: Chapter 8 – I Still Remember

From the side of the sitting room, Corvine watched in silence, momentarily forgotten as the moment unfolded before him.

He had met Ravyn’s parents several times over the years, had shared formal dinners and exchanged polite conversations, but nothing had prepared him for this.

The way they looked at Seraphine, soft-eyed, reverent, almost fearful of losing her, was not how one regarded a former daughter-in-law. It was how one clung to family.

Their affection for her was pure, unguarded, untainted by pride or pack politics. Corvine felt an unexpected tightness in his chest as he studied Seraphine’s face.

There was a glow there, quiet, fragile, real that he had never once seen during her years as Luna of the Centenary Pack.

Back then, she had carried herself with discipline and restraint, always composed, always careful. Here, in this modest house filled with warmth instead of hierarchy, she looked like herself.

”I’m sorry, Mom... Dad,” Seraphine said at last, her voice steady despite the weight behind it. The tired lines on their faces did not go unnoticed but Seraphine was honest in her request.

”But I have to take care of myself from now on. I need to build something of my own. I’ll stay here until the divorce is finalized, but I can’t keep living under the shadow of the Centenary Pack.”

Every word was chosen with care. Her tone was gentle, respectful, but nothing could soften the blow. The pain rippled instantly through the room, settling deep into the faces of the elderly couple.

Kylie turned away first, pressing her fingers to her eyes as a single tear escaped. She had fought fate, tradition, and opposition to bring Seraphine and her only son together.

She had believed foolishly, perhaps, that time would soften Ravyn, that proximity would turn tolerance into love. Instead, he had destroyed everything.

As children, Ravyn’s quiet acceptance of Seraphine’s presence had been enough to mislead them all. Kylie had mistaken indifference for affection, patience for promise. Now the truth stood bare and unforgiving.

Ravyn had felt nothing for Seraphine. Worse, he had hated her enough to sever every tie between them. Enough to destroy their child simply to free himself.

With cruelty like that, denial was no longer mercy. Acceptance, painful as it was, became necessary.

”I loved you from the moment I first laid eyes on you,” Kylie said, remembering when their neighbor, Seraphine’s parents brought her home from the hospital.

Her voice trembling as memory overtook her. ”I still remember you as a little girl, always running into Ravyn’s room, always announcing to anyone who would listen that he would belong to you someday.”

A sad smile touched her lips before it vanished. ”I thought... I truly believed that with time, his heart would soften. I never imagined that while all of this was happening, he had already gotten your former nanny’s daughter pregnant. Or that he would go as far as switching the children.”

Her breath hitched. ”When Bryan’s instructor called me, I was mortified. I knew you would leave the moment you found out. And I was too ashamed, too cowardly to call you first.”

Seraphine inhaled slowly, grounding herself. The ache of separation from her child still lingered like an old wound that refused to close, but she had learned how to breathe through it.

Somewhere out there, her daughter was alive. That knowledge, fragile as it was, gave her just enough strength to stand.

Her only prayer was simple and constant, that whoever held her child now would love her fiercely. That her daughter would be treated like the princess she was meant to be.

”It doesn’t hurt anymore,” Seraphine said quietly. ”I want to rebuild my life, the career I’ve always dreamed of. I want peace in the city, and I don’t think I’ll ever return.”

Those words shattered what little hope remained, but Kylie straightened her shoulders, refusing to let grief fully claim her.

”Then take my life savings,” she said firmly. ”Consider it an apology.”

”No,” Seraphine replied instantly, without hesitation. If she ever succeeded, it would be by her own hands. Not pity, or compensation.

People had a way of twisting generosity into obligation, of turning kindness into chains when they did not understand the path taken to earn success.

Seraphine refused to owe anyone her future, even those she loved. ”I don’t need money, Mom. I have enough.”

She said it calmly, though the truth was layered. She was a cyber prodigy, yes, but that part of her life existed in the shadows, known only to a select few companies.

For years, she had declined major contracts that required physical presence, choosing instead to hold the pack together and pour herself into medicine.

Knowledge had always been her quiet advantage. Even with empty pockets, her mind could carry her forward.

Kylie studied her for a long moment, then nodded slowly. ”Then take it as capital,” she insisted. ”A loan. Or an investment in whatever you plan to build.”

It was a compromise, carefully framed, lovingly disguised, but Seraphine saw through it immediately.

”Then we put it in writing,” she said. ”A proper contract. Corvine and Dad can serve as witnesses.”

The middle-aged couple stared at her, stunned. There was no room for argument.

That night, handwritten documents were drafted and signed, their names etched into paper heavy with unspoken emotion, before everyone finally retired.

Before going to bed, Seraphine paused at the foot of the staircase and looked around the house one last time.

Laughter echoed faintly in her memory, as warmth clung to the walls. Too many sweet moments lived here, but they were all tangled with Ravyn. She turned away.

”Beta Corvine, your room is ready,” a maid announced softly. Corvine inclined his head, wished Seraphine good night, and followed the maid down the corridor.

No one expected sleep to be cut short by the violent pounding that shattered the silence hours later.

The front door shook under the force of it. Ravyn had arrived, and he was burning with fury.