Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

11 Chapter 11

Damien’s POV 1

The private jet touched down at Silver Moon Harbor International two hours ahead of schedule, but I’d been restless for the entire flight, unable to focus on any of the documents spread across my mahogany desk. Something about tomorrow’s dinner arrangements-and more specifically, the woman who’d managed them-had occupied far too much of my mental bandwidth over the past twenty-four

hours.

It was ridiculous. I was a powerful Alpha who commanded respect from wolves across three territories, yet here I was, completely distracted by a voice I’d heard exactly twice over the phone.

I couldn’t stop thinking about those two conversations. The way her voice had trembled with barely controlled fury when she’d called my request unreasonable. Most assistants either cowered in terror or quit via email after their first encounter with my temper. But Seraphina Knight had done neither. She’d pushed back, challenged me.

“You’re thinking about her again,” Alex observed with what sounded suspiciously like amusement.

I ignored him, but my wolf wasn’t wrong. I was thinking about her. Far more than was appropriate for an employer contemplating an

employee he’d never even met.

“Maybe she’s already gone,” I found myself thinking as the car pulled up to Nightshadow Industries, and the possibility sent an

unexpected spike of panic through my chest. “Maybe the reality of working for me finally sank in and she decided to cut her losses.”

What the hell was wrong with me? I was practically eager to meet a woman whose only qualification so far was that she hadn’t run away

screaming.

As I strode through the marble lobby, employees immediately straightened to attention, offering respectful nods and murmured

greetings. But as I approached the executive floor, something unexpected caught my attention.

The door to my outer office was slightly ajar, and through the gap, I could see a figure bent over what appeared to be scattered papers

on the floor. The woman was on her hands and knees, reaching under a desk, and the position offered a spectacular view of long, shapely

legs encased in silk stockings, a perfect curve of hip and thigh, and the tantalizing glimpse of delicate lace underwear beneath a hiked-

up emerald dress.

My steps slowed involuntarily. The woman’s movements were graceful despite her awkward position, and something about the elegant

line of her back, the way her dark hair had come slightly loose from its updo, sent an unexpected jolt of attraction straight through me.

unable to ignore the professional impropriety

in my belly, and I had to adjust my stance slightly as my pants

uncomfortably tight.

froze completely, her entire body going rigid, and I could practically feel

heat.

scrambled to her feet with impressive speed. The movement was fluid and graceful

legs before she yanked her dress back into place and spun to face me. The sight of her flushed face, those wide,

way her chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths did

standing before me wasn’t just beautiful-she was breathtaking in a way that hit

of dark hair, her skin luminous and smooth as cream. But it was her eyes that nearly brought

knees.

intelligence and spirit even as they widened with what

something that made my wolf pace

in my consciousness with such force that I actually

with an underlying sweetness that was

my head spin and my wolf

say, though my

green eyes were wide with what looked like panic, and I could see

her throat. The air between us crackled with

suffocating.

the moment, familiar footsteps

car pull up-you’re back early!” He rounded the

the woman standing frozen by

began traveling appreciatively over Seraphina’s form, taking in

flush on her cheeks, the elegant line of her neck. I could practically see

believe we’ve met,” Lucas continued, moving forward with his most

man.” He extended his hand toward her. “And you must be the

of pure rage through my system. My vision actually tinted red around the edges, and

keep from physically pulling

managed to stammer, her voice barely above a whisper as she reluctantly placed her hand

and the way he said her name-like he was tasting something delicious-made me

me, are you free for dinner tonight? I know this amazing

voice cut through his flirtation like a blade, sharp enough to make both of them jump. “Don’t

be?”

look at me with raised eyebrows, clearly picking up on the dangerous undercurrent in my tone.

I suppose that can wait.” His smile widened as he turned back to