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

doesn’t have

lunch, Claire gathered her files with an apologetic expression. “I’m afraid I need to handle some urgent pack business.

more than prepared.”

her, though my stomach did a little flip at the reminder

my dreams for the past two days. “I’ve got everything under

clicked away down the marble corridor than I managed to knock over a perfectly organized

Papers scattered everywhere, some sliding under my desk, others floating down

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

had no choice but to go after them. The space between my desk

up my dress slightly and got down on my hands and knees, trying to maintain some

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elegant design, was not meant for this kind

the furthest back, the fabric rode up my thighs, and I could feel

in a professional environment. The

open to reveal far too much leg, and I was horrifyingly certain that if anyone walked in

view of my lace

on, come on,” I whispered frantically, stretching until my fingertips just barely brushed the edge of the furthest folder. My position was becoming increasingly precarious-rear end in the air,

and embarrassment.

as I finally managed to snag the last document, I heard

undercurrent of something that

stand at attention.

gripping the recovered file, my entire body going rigid with horror. Of all the moments for someone

office, they had to choose the exact instant when

dress rucked up and my dignity in

could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, could

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

visitor, an apology already forming on

then I saw