Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever-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."

Seraphine didn’t hesitate. She had already anticipated his resistance. "I’ll give Ravyn enough reason to stay back in the city," she said smoothly. "That way you’ll have the chance to get close to her."

The plan made perfect sense, and that was exactly what made him uneasy.

"What if I don’t get enough information before Ravyn returns?" Damon asked, his fingers tapping restlessly against the desk. "She might not trust me either."

"Then you keep trying," Seraphine replied, and there was something almost chilling in how patient she sounded. "Daisy is a flirt, but she’s with Ravyn because of wealth and power. If she gets someone better, she’ll fall easily, and with Ravyn’s financial standing now, you are of greater value to her."

Damon steadied himself slowly, absorbing that. She wasn’t wrong. Ravyn’s empire was wobbling. Walkers Global Enterprise was struggling.

Daisy would sense that instability, even if she pretended not to. Afterall, Daisy had always been drawn to power like a moth to flame.

"Okay," he said finally, though his lips twisted faintly in reluctance. "I’ll get to it. But please don’t keep your hopes up. I’ve never flirted with a woman before, and it’s hard to start with one I don’t even like."

Seraphine let out a soft chuckle, the sound surprisingly light compared to everything they were discussing.

"This will take months," she reminded him. "There’s no pressure. With the state of Walkers Global Enterprise, Ravyn doesn’t have a choice but to stay in the city. In return, I’ll help with your stocks."

Damon blinked, genuinely caught off guard.

"My stocks?" he repeated slowly, eyebrows rising as confusion crept into his voice. "What do you know about stocks?"

Seraphine smiled on the other end of the line, and even without seeing her, he could hear it.

"I can help increase your stocks," she said calmly. "All you have to do is inform your brokers and give me access."

For a moment, Damon just stared into space, processing that. He knew about her cyber skills. He knew she could slip into systems like she owned them, manipulate data, uncover secrets buried under layers of encryption, but stock markets were a different battlefield entirely. Or maybe they weren’t, not for someone like her.

"Honestly, I don’t see how you can do that," he admitted, his tone no longer dismissive but thoughtful, curiosity slowly overtaking the doubt that had first crept in. "But I’ll give you access, and what about Voren? We have partnerships, and if he finds out about it, won’t he inform Ravyn and connect the dots?"