Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

12 Chapter 12

Seraphina’s POV 1

The moment I heard that sickeningly sweet voice calling out “Brother!” my blood turned to ice in my veins. Even before she rounded the corner, I knew exactly who it was. That voice had haunted my nightmares for five years-the voice that had laughed as my world crumbled, that had mocked my pain with casual cruelty.

Valerie.

My hands instinctively clenched into fists at my sides as she swept into the office like she owned the place, her bleached blonde hair bouncing with each calculated step. I quickly turned my back to her, praying desperately that she wouldn’t recognize me. Five years had changed me-l was no longer the broken, naive omega who’d fled Whispering Valley in shame. But some things about a person never changed, and I couldn’t risk her seeing my face.

“Brother! I heard from my husband Gabriel that you’re hosting some fancy dinner party tonight, and you didn’t even think to invite us?” *Gabriel.* The name hit me like a physical blow, confirming what I’d already suspected but desperately hoped wasn’t true. So Gabriel hadn’t been lying after all—he really was part of the Nightshadow family. Which meant Damien… my mate… was Gabriel’s brother.

Both.

The cosmic joke of it all made me want to laugh hysterically. Or scream. Or both.

“How could you possibly-” Valerie’s voice cut off abruptly, and I could feel her predatory gaze focusing on me like a laser. “Oh, well well. What do we have here?”

Every muscle in my body tensed as she began circling me like a shark scenting blood in the water. I kept my face turned away, my heart hammering so hard I was sure everyone in the room could hear it.

“Let me guess,” she continued in that same mocking tone I remembered so well, deliberately bumping her shoulder into mine as she passed. “Another desperate little assistant trying to claw her way up the corporate ladder by batting her eyelashes at the big bad Alpha? How long do you think this one will last before she runs away crying? A week? Two days?”

The familiar cruelty in her voice made my wolf snarl with rage in my mind. Ayla was practically clawing at my consciousness, demanding I turn around and show this bitch exactly what five years of independence had taught me. But I forced myself to remain still, to keep breathing, to not give her the satisfaction of a reaction.

*Just like before,* I thought bitterly. *Still the same entitled princess who thinks she can destroy people for sport.*

“You know, Gabriel has been telling you for months that I’d make a perfect assistant,” Valerie continued, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she tried to cozy up to Damien. “I’m family, after all, and I certainly wouldn’t spend my first day crawling around on the floor in inappropriate dresses, flashing my underwear at anyone who walks by.”

That did it. My hands clenched so tightly my nails bit into my palms, and I could feel heat rising in my cheeks-not from embarrassment this time, but from pure, unadulterated fury. How dare she? How dare she waltz in here and try to humiliate me the same way she had five

years ago?

the courage to turn around and face her-consequences

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office like thunder.

that I actually staggered, my wolf immediately submitting to

“GET OUT OF MY OFFICE NOW,

so intense that Lucas visibly flinched, and I could hear other employees in the hallway scrambling to

for all her entitled arrogance, went pale under her carefully applied

Damien-” she started to protest, her voice suddenly much

and the sheer fury radiating from him was

cycled through shock, indignation, and finally wounded pride before she gathered what remained of her dignity.

in a gesture I remembered all too well. “But don’t come crying to me when this little

just as useless as

toward the door, making sure to swing her hips dramatically, and threw Damien one last sultry

the hallway. The silence

that was… intense. I should

He shot me an apologetic look.

still too shaken to form coherent words. After Lucas left,

found myself alone

his leather chair and studying me with

different in his expression now-a knowing intensity that made

casual, almost conversational, but there was an undercurrent of something dangerous beneath the

From what I understand, you’re

practically spit fire in my mind. Here I was, thinking he might actually

right back into his

I have to say, I’m still weighing my

pure shock that crossed his face was absolutely delicious. Clearly, Mr. High-and-Mighty Alpha wasn’t used to