Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 2

Seraphina’s POV 1

Ophelia dragged me back to her small apartment above the bakery, her eyes blazing with determination. “We’re not letting those bastards win,” she declared, pulling out makeup and rifling through her closet.

She spun around, holding up an emerald green dress that perfectly matched my eyes. “Tonight, we show them what they lost.”

The dress was beautiful-silky and elegant, with a flowing skirt that hugged my curves in all the right places.

As Ophelia worked on my makeup, carefully applying smoky eyeshadow that made my green eyes pop, I felt something shifting inside

“There,” Ophelia stepped back, admiring her handiwork. “Now you look like the goddess you are.”

I barely recognized myself in the mirror. The woman staring back at me looked confident, mysterious, beautiful. Nothing like the broken

omega who’d fled Gabriel’s house just hours ago.

“Come on,” Ophelia grabbed my hand. “Silver Moon Harbor awaits.”

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” I whispered as we approached the grand entrance.

“Believe it, honey,” Ophelia grinned, straightening her own dress and passed me a mask. “Tonight, we’re not wolves from nowhere.

Tonight, we’re mysterious beauties who belong wherever we damn well please.”

The ballroom took my breath

Way. Crystal chandeliers cast rainbow patterns across marble floors, and hundreds of werewolves in elegant attire mingled beneath soaring ceilings. Everyone wore elaborate masks, adding an air of mystery to the already intoxicating

atmosphere.

I breathed, then

two tequila shots into my hands, raising her own. “To new beginnings and leaving the

throat, but it was a good burn-cleansing, like it was washing away the bitter

immediately ordered two more.

drink this much,” I protested

screwing your sister

measures.”

feeling deliciously dizzy and incredibly free. The

into a corner

the crowded dance floor, and for the first time in

the music, spinning and laughing like we didn’t have a care in

caught up in the moment to care. This was what freedom

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a slow song began to play, I was about to suggest we get some air

and my breath caught in my

what I could see was devastating. Strong jaw, sensual lips curved in a slight smile, and eyes… God, those eyes. They were the deepest

room wouldn’t refuse a dance, would

roughness to make my pulse

remembered that I was hurting, that I’d just had my heart shattered. Instead, I found myself placing my hand in

I heard myself say. “Let’s

a half feet-with broad shoulders that filled out his expensive suit perfectly. When he pulled me close, I could feel the solid warmth of

he murmured near my ear, his breath

captivating.”

compliment should have felt empty-we were strangers, after all-but

myself asking, tilting my head

was amusement in his voice, and I could see his lips curve into a more genuine