Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever-Chapter 60 – But you’re my Alpha’s woman

The shift was subtle, but Damon saw it clearly, watched it unfold across her face like a crack forming in polished glass.

His words had landed exactly where he wanted them to, with a precision that was close to perfect, not with force, not with accusation, but with that careful mix of warmth and doubt that made people question themselves more effectively than confrontation ever could.

Damon had carved this experience from years of dealing with smart people, both werewolves and humans in the city where competition was at a very high side. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

He could almost see the battle happening behind Daisy’s eyes, pride fighting against fear, control slipping just enough to expose the insecurity she worked so hard to bury.

"Okay," she exhaled finally, the word leaving her like it cost something. She stepped closer, closing the space between them until the air felt charged and intimate.

"Promise me you won’t tell Ravyn, or I’ll make your life really miserable. Besides, he’ll never take your word over mine."

There it was, the threat wrapped in vulnerability, the reminder of her influence tucked inside a plea.

She needed him silent, but she also needed him on her side, and in many other ways, and that contradiction pulsed beneath her tone.

"I already know that," Damon replied calmly, not flinching, not retreating, his voice steady in a way that unsettled her more than anger would have.

There was no challenge in his tone, no attempt to compete with her position, just quiet awareness, and somehow gave her the comfort she craved.

No matter how powerful Damon was, he was afraid of her, or so she thought, and that made her feel powerful.

Her gaze dropped for a second, lashes lowering as if she were collecting herself, then looked back up at him with a different expression entirely. The sharpness softened, the defensiveness thinned, and curiosity slid in where tension had been.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked suddenly, the question almost too casual to match the intensity of the moment. She had easily won against Seraphine with Ravyn, and other women whom she had silenced in ways no one expected.

With a click of the finger, she was most certain to destroy, win against, or eliminate any woman who stood in her way of making Damon her spare tire, just in case Seraphine’s blows became to hard for him to bear.

Damon frowned faintly, genuinely surprised by the shift, though he recovered quickly. He tilted his head slightly, studying her as though trying to understand what she was really asking.

"No," he answered slowly. "Why do you ask?"

She hesitated just long enough to make it feel intentional, her fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the desk beside her as though she needed something to steady herself.

"Anyone you like?" she pressed gently, her voice quieter now, stripped of its earlier edge.

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he held her gaze deliberately, letting the silence stretch between them until it felt heavy, until it forced her to stay in the moment with him.

He could see the anticipation building in her eyes, the fragile hope she would never admit to out loud.

"I think you’re the only one I’m beginning to like," he said finally, his voice lowering just enough to make the words feel personal, private, almost forbidden. "But you’re my Alpha’s woman. I wouldn’t dare look at you that way."

The effect was immediate and undeniable. Something ignited in Daisy’s eyes, a flicker of something both delicate and ravenous at the same time.

She had spent years being compared, evaluated, ranked against Seraphine in whispers and glances and polite conversations that never quite hid the truth.

Seraphine was the beauty, the mind, and the quiet strength people admired even when they pretended not to.

Daisy had learned to compensate. She had learned to perform sweetness, to manufacture kindness, to offer smiles that earned approval even when resentment coiled tightly in her chest.

Every compliment she received had felt conditional, every praise measured against someone else’s shadow.

But this, standing here under Damon’s steady gaze, hearing admiration that wasn’t framed by comparison, hearing desire restrained by loyalty instead of disgust or indifference, stirred something dangerously intoxicating inside her.

"Your words are filled with flattery," she murmured, though her cheeks betrayed her, warmth spreading across her skin in a way she could not control.

"I don’t flatter," Damon replied, his smile subtle but certain. "I say what’s right. My Alpha was right to choose you." He paused just long enough for the affirmation to settle before his tone shifted slightly. "If you won’t explain why you’re trying so hard to be something you’re not, then I’ll take care of other things."

The words were gentle, but the implication beneath them was not. He was offering trust, but he was also withdrawing it. He was giving her a choice, but making it clear there would be consequences.

He turned toward the door then, his movements unhurried, as though he had already accepted her silence and was prepared to leave her alone with it.

His hand reached for the handle, fingers brushing the cool metal, and for a split second the room felt unbearably still.

"Wait."

Her voice cut through the space quickly, sharper than she intended, tinged with urgency that she could no longer conceal.

The single word carried more than impatience. Yeah, it carried the fear of losing control, fear of losing him, fear of losing the only person who had just made her feel irreplaceable instead of interchangeable.

Having both Ravyn and Damon wrapped around her fingers would be a great advantage over Seraphine, and of course, Daisy’s financial supplies would be endless if she played her cards well.

Then again, even if Ravyn found out later about who she truly was, she’ll still have Damon to fall back to if she molded him into the kind of man she could control in every way. He loved Bryan too, and that, was a plus or so she thought.