Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

7 Chapter 7

Damien’s POV 1

The pack territory negotiations had concluded hours ago, but I couldn’t focus on anything except that voice from this afternoon’s phone call. Sitting in my suite at the Moonstone Hotel, I stared at the tumbler of whiskey in my hand, replaying that calm yet resilient feminine

voice in my mind.

As an Alpha, I was accustomed to immediate submission and awe. But there had been something different in her voice-something that made my inner wolf restless, as if we’d encountered her before somewhere, though I couldn’t place where.

“You terrified that poor woman,” my wolf Alex grumbled in my mind. “She’s probably already quit.”

The thought bothered me more than it should have. Most assistants fled after a single encounter with my temper, leaving Claire to clean up the mess. But something about this Seraphina Knight intrigued me-the way she’d maintained her composure despite my obvious

fury, the slight tremor in her voice that suggested fear but not submission.

Just then, Claire called.

“Good evening, Alpha. I hear you frightened my replacement?” Her tone carried that familiar note of mockery that only she could get

away with after decades of service to my family.

“Claire, where did you find this woman?” I asked directly, my curiosity about the mysterious assistant growing stronger by the minute.

“Her name is Seraphina Knight. Silver Moon Harbor Business School graduate, exceptional abilities. Single mother, works harder than anyone I’ve ever supervised.” Claire paused deliberately, and I could practically hear her smiling through the phone. “More importantly— she didn’t run away after you scared her. She’s still there working, which tells me she has real backbone.”

“Single mother?” Something about that detail caught my attention.

“Four-year-old son named Adrian. Sweet boy- she showed me his photo.” Claire’s voice softened. “She’s had a hard life, Damien. But

she’s not looking for pity or handouts. She just wants to work.”

After hanging up, I immediately pulled up Seraphina’s employment file on my laptop. Twenty-three years old, graduated summa cum laude from Silver Moon Harbor Business School, previous employment at smaller firms with glowing recommendations. No photograph

attached-HR’s standard privacy protocol for new hires.

desire to work

an email notification.

Daily Summary

*Mr. Nightshadow,*

summary of today’s activities and several items requiring your attention upon your

your calendar for the upcoming week based on priority

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best support your objectives.*

*Best regards,*

*Seraphina Knight*

Assistant to the

attachments, expecting the standard administrative drivel. Instead, I found a meticulously organized report

insights about upcoming meetings, potential conflicts in my

optimizing my daily workflow.

exactly one day and was already thinking three

Alex murmured approvingly. “She’s not just surviving-she’s thinking

exactly why. The familiar ache of loneliness

for but couldn’t

again,” Alex observed dryly in my

I muttered aloud, downing the rest of my whiskey.

so many years, I’d been unable to find my mate, growing increasingly cynical about the possibility of finding

and understand the weight of leadership. I’d had brief encounters, meaningless affairs

that stirred my wolf

once,

moonlit night during the pre-Lunar

Even now, five years later, I could still

sparkled with mischief and vulnerability, the soft gasp she’d made when I first touched her, the perfect synchronization of

moving together as if we’d

the next morning, she was gone. An emergency call

away at dawn. I’d been forced

it always