Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

After what felt like the longest afternoon of my professional life, I finally managed to complete all the arrangements for tomorrow’s dinner party at eight o’clock. My phone had been buzzing incessantly with calls from Ophelia, each message more frantic than the last. She’d already picked up Adrian from school, and according to her increasingly dramatic voicemails, my four-year-old son was practically bouncing off the walls with excitement about his first day, demanding to know when his mommy would be coming home.

When I finally escaped the office building, I found Ophelia leaning against her car in the parking garage, arms crossed and wearing the expression of someone who’d been plotting my lecture for the past hour. Adrian was secured in his car seat in the back, his little face pressed against the window as he waved enthusiastically at me.

“Mommy!” he called out, his voice muffled by the glass but his excitement unmistakable.

My heart melted instantly, washing away the stress of the day like magic. I slipped into the passenger seat and immediately twisted

around to face him.

“Hey, my little man! How was your first day at the big kid school?”

“It was AMAZING!” Adrian bounced in his seat as much as his safety harness would allow. “I made three new friends, and the teacher said I was very smart, and we painted pictures of our families, and-”

“Whoa, slow down there, champ,” I laughed, reaching back to ruffle his dark curls. “We’ll talk about everything over dinner, okay? Right

now we need to get you some supplies for tomorrow.”

Ophelia started the engine but kept glancing at me in the rearview mirror with barely contained curiosity. “Sera, you look like you’ve been through a war zone. What exactly happened on day one of your fancy new job?”

I let out a long, dramatic sigh. “Ophelia, I think I might need to dust off my resume and start job hunting again.”

Her foot slammed on the brake so hard we all lurched forward. Adrian giggled at the sudden stop, but Ophelia whipped around to stare

at me with genuine horror.

“Are you telling me you got FIRED? On your FIRST DAY?” Her voice rose to a pitch that probably only dogs could fully appreciate.

“Not fired exactly,” I said quickly, waving my hands to calm her down before she gave herself an aneurysm. “More like… hated by my new

boss.”

As we drove toward the mall, I regaled them with the tale of my telephone encounters with the mysterious and apparently psychotic Mr.

Ophelia pulled into a parking space, she was laughing so hard she was crying, and

not understanding half

absolutely incredible! Do you realize that most people would have quit

And you not only survived two conversations with an angry

my impending professional doom. “Yeah,

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security escort me out

Even if that happens-which it won’t-you know I’ve got your back, right? You and Adrian will

made my throat tight with emotion. After years of feeling completely alone in the world,

much still

“Let’s go buy this little genius some school supplies and

were heading toward the toy store-Adrian’s reward for being such a good sport about shopping-when I stopped

elegant but not overly conservative-sophisticated enough for a corporate environment but with enough style to make a statement. It was similar to the dress Ophelia had convinced me to wear to that

different league entirely.

my nose against the glass like

and immediately grabbed my arm.

tag visible on a nearby garment and

costs more than my

face me, her expression suddenly

the senior assistant to one of the most powerful Alphas in the werewolf world. Image matters

like it or

protest, but she held up a

returning to her eyes, “when your terrifying boss sees you wearing that dress, he’s going

he’ll forget all about wanting to fire you. You’ll knock him

“Ophelia-”

you bought yourself anything that wasn’t absolutely necessary for

my mouth to answer and realized I couldn’t remember. Between working multiple jobs, putting myself through

there hadn’t been money or time for anything

go in there and try on that dress right now,” Ophelia said with mock sternness, “I’m going to march in there myself,

you’ll have no choice but to wear

can’t