Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever-Chapter 19 – Can’t shoulder Luna responsibilities
It wasn’t long after Ravyn left that Daisy began to understand what pack management truly meant.
The first event to shatter the illusion shattered quietly was the arrival of a parcel at the manor, sealed with the Alpha crest and addressed to Ravyn.
Daisy barely hesitated. As co-Luna and soon-to-be Luna, she had every right to open it. That was what she told herself as she slit the seal and unfolded the papers inside.
Her fingers stilled as the words stared back at her like a verdict. Divorce Agreement.
The breath drained from her lungs, the room seemed to dim, the edges of her vision tightening as her eyes traced Seraphine’s name on the document.
A clean, final cut. Daisy had imagined something else entirely. Ravyn dragging Seraphine back to the pack in disgrace, her head bowed, her defiance broken. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮
She had already pictured it: the dungeon doors closing with Seraphine in it, the slow rot of humiliation. To her, that was the punishment Seraphine deserved for daring to walk away.
But Seraphine hadn’t come back but rather left properly.
Still, Daisy clung to one fragile hope. Perhaps Seraphine hadn’t yet received her own copy. Perhaps she would still be forced to return before the divorce was she found out the divorce had been finalized.
Daisy folded the papers carefully and slid them away, choosing not to inform Ravyn yet.
She barely had time to steady herself before the door opened again.
"Co-Luna," the pack doctor said, stepping inside with urgency etched across his face. Behind him stood the manager of the pack accounts, scrolls and tablets tucked under his arm. "The hospital needs approval to restock some critical drugs."
Before Daisy could respond, another figure entered. "Co-Luna," a warrior said sharply, fist to chest. "The warriors are assembled. You’re expected at training. You’re meant to lead today’s session."
Voices, demands, and expectations overwhelmed her, coming at her from every direction.
Daisy’s chest tightened. Taking credit for work she had never done was easy when Seraphine had been there to actually do it. But now, faced with the reality of those responsibilities, the weight of them pressed the air from her lungs.
She forced herself to inhale slowly and turned to the doctor. "Purchase whatever drugs are needed. Bring the request, I’ll approve it."
The doctor didn’t move. Instead, he shook his head. "You don’t understand, Co-Luna. Those drugs aren’t purchased, they were produced here. Only Luna Seraphine had the formulae."
A flicker of unease cut through Daisy. "Then you should know how she made them and repeat the process."
The doctor’s jaw tightened, frustration bleeding into his voice. "Those medications were Luna Seraphine’s personal research, including your son Bryan’s treatment."
Daisy stiffened. "There’s only a month’s supply left," the doctor continued carefully. "If Bryan stops taking them, his illness will return. It takes weeks for Luna Seraphine to produce a new batch, and that was only for him. Without the formulae..." He paused, letting the implication settle. "I’m afraid the consequences could be severe."
The nervousness Daisy had been suppressing clawed its way to the surface.
"Why wasn’t I told this before?" she demanded, her voice sharper than intended. "You said the medicine was a cure."
"If we had known," she thought wildly, I would have learned it.
The doctor hesitated. "The Alpha knew. He said you would handle it, and Luna Seraphine never claimed it was a cure. It was a tether, temporary. She was still working on a permanent solution."
Then came the final blow. "She took all her research with her."
The color drained from Daisy’s face. She had told Ravyn confidently that the drugs were her creation. That she had cured their son. How could she admit now that everything she had claimed rested on Seraphine’s work?
"I...I’ll think of something," Daisy said stiffly. "You may leave."
The doctor bowed and exited, but the room didn’t empty. The account manager stepped forward, clearing his throat.
"The approval, Co-Luna."
"Yes," Daisy replied tiredly. "Give it to me."
She didn’t read the document. The moment it touched the table, she picked up the pen and signed.
"Co-Luna," the manager said carefully, disappointment evident in his eyes, "you didn’t review the request."
Daisy waved him off. "Isn’t that what you needed? There’s no time. Just bring the receipts."
The manager’s lips pressed into a thin line. "These requests are from logistics," he said quietly. He didn’t say what he truly thought that the order was questionable, that he had initially declined it, that Seraphine would have reviewed it personally and demanded revisions.
Daisy’s signature had overridden everything.
"Co-Luna," the warrior reminded again, impatience creeping into his tone.
Before Daisy could respond, two more officials entered the room. Their mouths opened to speak but the ringing of her phone stopped them.
She answered immediately. "Did you receive anything for me?" Ravyn’s voice sounded at the end of the line.
Daisy was slapped with pressure she was not prepared for. "Have you seen her? The divorce agreement was delivered today," she swallowed. "There’s... so much happening here," she added, "You need to come back, Rav."
Silence stretched on the line, heavy and strained. Then Ravyn sighed, frustration seeping through. "Daisy, you have to manage the pack. If I don’t meet the investor in the city, she’ll withdraw. She holds thirty-five percent of our shares so if she leaves, our finances collapse."
Daisy’s vision swam. Seraphine was gone, Bryan’s medication was running out, the warriors expected leadership she couldn’t provide, and now this.
If the warriors realized she wasn’t as strong as Seraphine, or if they saw through her façade, their respect for her would vanish.
Panic sharpened her thoughts, and instinct took over. She did what she had always done best.
"Rav," Daisy said urgently, "let me handle the investor. You need to return to the pack. Seraphine destroyed all my research, so I have to go to the city to find medicine for Bryan."
The line went still and Ravyn didn’t answer immediately.
"Are you sure?" he finally asked. "You’ve never handled investments, and you’re the one who developed Bryan’s cure. Just take the funds and recreate it."
Daisy’s fingers trembled around the phone. She knew she couldn’t do any of it, and before she could respond, the call ended.
Ravyn believed her, and that belief sealed her fate.
Ravyn trusted in her abilities to manage the pack so he turned to his parents after ending the call. "You have to tell me where the fuck Seraphine is," he demanded, never intending to deal kindly with Seraphine for destroying Daisy’s research work.
