Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 13

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Seraphina’s POV 1

My instinct was to refuse immediately. “I don’t have an appropriate dress for-”

“What you’re wearing now is perfect.” Damien’s voice carried that infuriatingly confident tone that made my stomach do gymnastics

routines I didn’t authorize. The way he said it-like he was commenting on the weather rather than completely upending my evening

plans-made me want to simultaneously kiss him and throttle him.

I opened my mouth to argue, then closed it, then opened it again like some kind of demented fish. “But I… Adrian needs… Ophelia will kill

me if 1…”

“Speechless omega?” One dark eyebrow arched in what I was beginning to recognize as his signature look of amused superiority. “That’s

a first.”

The smugness in his voice snapped me back to coherent thought. “Fine,” I said, trying to inject some dignity into what was clearly a

complete surrender. “But I’m not paying for dry cleaning if someone spills wine on this dress.””

The corner of his mouth twitched-not quite a smile, but close enough to make my traitorous heart do a little tap dance. “Noted. I protect what’s mine,” he said simply, and the possessive note in his voice made my knees wobble like a newborn deer’s.

The casual threat, delivered in that low, dangerous voice, made heat pool in places that had no business responding during work hours

The rest of the day passed in a whirlwind of focused intensity that felt like being caught in a very attractive, very expensive tornado.

Despite the mate bond crackling between us like a live electrical wire, Damien and I fell into a surprisingly natural rhythm. He was

demanding but fair, brilliant but not condescending, and when I anticipated his needs-sliding the northern territory reports across his

desk just as he reached for them—he looked at me like I’d just performed actual magic.

Meanwhile, Ayla had been a constant source of commentary all day, providing a running narration like the world’s most inappropriate

purr when Damien moved past my desk.

that file? And that smell-God, that SMELL. It’s like sandalwood and testosterone

Perfect Man.*

tone down the lustful commentary?” I muttered

to do

those hands look very

“AYLA.”

evening approached, I was wound tighter than a Swiss watch, every nerve ending hyperaware of Damien’s presence.

so much as shifted in his chair, I could feel it like a physical touch. When he spoke, his voice seemed to resonate in my

bond thing was going

during one particularly intense wave of mate-hunger, pressing

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pooled low in my

touch up my makeup and attempt to calm my racing pulse. The emerald dress still looked stunning, but now I could see the flush on my cheeks, the dilated pupils that betrayed exactly how affected I was by

by the door like a predator who’d been stalking his prey. He looked devastatingly handsome in his perfectly tailored navy suit, the fabric molding to his broad shoulders and lean torso in ways that

asked, and there was something different in his voice-softer

beneath the expensive fabric, and I had to

warmth.

ready as I’ll ever be,” I managed, hoping my voice sounded steadier than I

door open for me, I caught another intoxicating whiff of his scent and had to

steady me. The simple touch sent fire racing through my veins, and I had to bite my lip to keep

note of curiosity that hadn’t been there during our professional

your son.”

guard. My heart stuttered, then began racing for an entirely

asked carefully, studying his profile in the dim light of the

simply, and there was something in his tone-not judgment or

warmth.

to keep the fierce love from

through my chest. “Sounds

still

instant. I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past as I tried to

don’t know who his father is,” I said finally, my voice barely above a

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