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 a heart attack

need to handle

more than prepared.”

a little flip at the reminder that

for the past two

corridor than I managed to

under my desk, others floating down

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

after them. The space between my

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

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mortifying. My dress, despite its elegant design, was not meant for this kind of physical maneuvering. As I

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

professional environment. The slit in the dress, which

far too much leg, and I was horrifyingly certain that if anyone walked in right

get a clear view of my

of the furthest folder. My position

and embarrassment.

finally managed to snag the last document,

polite, but carrying an undercurrent of something that made every hair on

stand at attention.

recovered file, my entire

the exact instant when I was sprawled on

up and my dignity in

followed was deafening. I could hear my own heartbeat thundering in my ears, could feel heat

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

unexpected visitor, an apology already forming on my

then I saw