Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

10 Chapter 10

Seraphina’s POV 1

The next morning dawned crisp and clear, and as I prepared for work, I felt like I was suiting up for battle. The green dress fit even better than I remembered, and paired with the elegant heels and my hair in a sophisticated updo, I looked like someone who belonged in

the executive suite of a major corporation.

When I stepped through the gleaming glass doors of Nightshadow Industries, the transformation was immediate and unmistakable. Conversations stuttered to a halt as heads turned in my direction, and I could practically feel the weight of dozens of eyes taking in

every detail of my appearance.

The receptionist, usually so perfectly composed, fumbled with her phone as I walked past, her eyes following the sway of my hips in the fitted dress. I could feel some he-wolves mentally undressing me, their eyes tracking from my face down to my legs and back up again with an appreciation that bordered on predatory. The security guard at the front desk actually adjusted himself in his chair as I passed,

and I heard someone whistle low under their breath from the elevator bank.

“Well, well,” muttered someone behind me–I think it was Marcus from legal-“looks like someone got herself a serious upgrade.”

My cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and indignation.

Claire, bless her, was waiting by the elevator with the kind of knowing smile that suggested she’d witnessed my grand entrance and all

its effects.

“Seraphina,” she said as I approached, her voice carrying just loud enough for nearby listeners to hear, “you look absolutely stunning.

That dress is nothing short of perfection on you.”

“Thank you,” I managed, my voice slightly breathless from the gauntlet of attention I’d just run. “I just wanted to make a good impression.”

Claire’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned closer. “Well, mission accomplished, dear. You’re going to knock our Alpha’s socks

off-assuming he doesn’t have a heart

passed in a blur of productivity. After lunch, Claire gathered her files with an apologetic expression. “I’m afraid I need to handle

more than prepared.”

did a little flip at the

for the past two days. “I’ve

than I managed to knock over a perfectly organized stack

my desk, others floating down

breath, staring at the disaster I’d created. “Just absolutely

choice but to go after them. The space between my

on the floor like lost puppies. I hiked up my dress slightly

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not meant for this kind of physical maneuvering.

files that had slid the furthest back, the fabric rode up my thighs, and I could feel the

definitely not have been exposed in a professional environment. The slit in the dress, which

now gaped open to reveal far too much leg, and I was horrifyingly certain that

clear view of my lace

of the furthest folder. My position

and embarrassment.

as I finally managed to snag the

deliberately polite, but carrying an undercurrent of something that made

stand at attention.

the recovered file, my entire body going rigid with horror.

they had to choose the exact instant when I was sprawled on the floor

up and my

that followed was deafening. I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my

I scrambled to my feet as quickly as possible, yanking my dress back down to a respectable

my unexpected visitor, an apology

I saw