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.

shit,” I breathed, then immediately covered

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

my throat, but it was a good burn-cleansing, like it

immediately ordered two more.

drink this much,”

boyfriend screwing your sister either,” she pointed out.

measures.”

I was feeling deliciously dizzy and incredibly free. The pain was still

a corner of my

me toward the crowded dance floor, and for

we didn’t have

was too caught up in the moment

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about to suggest we get some air when I felt a warm hand

turned, and my breath caught in

in a slight smile, and eyes… God, those eyes. They were the deepest blue I’d ever seen, so dark they were almost black,

refuse a dance, would she?” His voice was like

make my pulse

said no. Should have remembered that I was hurting, that I’d just had my heart shattered. Instead, I found myself placing my hand in his and

not?” I heard

was tall-at least six and 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 his chest, the careful strength in his hands as one settled on my waist and the other cradled

been watching you since you walked in,” he murmured near my ear, his

captivating.”

have felt empty-we were strangers, after all-but something in his voice made

found myself asking, tilting my head back to look

and I could see his lips curve into a more