Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

One month later

I sat in the cramped waiting room of Whispering Valley’s only clinic, my hands trembling as I clutched the appointment slip. For the past month, I’d been staying at Ophelia’s place.

The morning sickness had started two weeks ago-violent waves of nausea that left me retching into Ophelia’s toilet bowl every even though I’d taken emergency contraception the day after my encounter with the mysterious stranger.

Ophelia squeezed my hand, her own face pale with worry. “Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out together, okay?” 1

sunrise,

Dr. Matthews emerged from his office, a kind elderly man who was one of the few pack members still willing to treat omegas with basic

dignity.

“Seraphina,” he said softly, settling into the chair across from us. “Child, you’re pregnant.”

Blood rushed to my head, creating a roaring sound in my ears that drowned out everything else. Pregnant. With the mystery man’s child.

“What?!” Ophelia’s voice exploded beside me, her shock matching my own.

“But… but we only had one night…” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper.

“One night is all it takes,” Dr. Matthews said gently, his eyes kind but serious.

“You’re about six weeks along.” He leaned forward, studying my face with concern.

I stumbled out of the clinic on unsteady legs, Ophelia’s arm wrapped around my waist to keep me upright. I was numb to everything except the thundering of my own heartbeat.

tears began spilling down my

who the father is. I never

carrying

away with fierce determination. “First things first-we need to tell your parents. No matter what happened between you all, they need to

greeted by Victor’s explosive rage before

you been?!” His voice boomed across the front yard, drawing stares from neighbors. “You’ve been

have any idea how you embarrassed us by disappearing right before Valerie’s engagement ceremony?

little brat!”

and Gabriel wouldn’t have delayed their

of nausea, I forced

important,” I said,

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appeared behind him, her face twisted with disgust. “Running off like some common whore, making us look like

the words

a series of expressions-shock, disgust, then blazing fury. In one swift motion,

“What did you just

I’m pregnant.” I tried to pull free from his grip, but his fingers

a blade. “We don’t care about your excuses. What we

some bastard’s child and expecting us to deal with

snarled, his grip tightening until I gasped in pain. “Get rid of it, or get out of our house. We will

stranger’s spawn or let you drag our family name through the

free arm around my still-flat

coldly. “We won’t give you a penny. A pregnant omega with a

laughingstock of every

leave. I couldn’t stay in this prison they called home, couldn’t subject my child to

abuse I’d endured.

my arm free from Victor’s