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

look at those shoulders,* she’d purr when Damien moved past my desk. *Did you see the

SMELL. It’s

Perfect Man.*

muttered under my breath

do to our

saying, those hands look very capable. Very…

“AYLA.”

was wound tighter than a Swiss

I could feel it like a physical touch.

going to be the death

my breath during one particularly intense wave of mate-hunger, pressing my thighs

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low in

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 spending eight

handsome in his perfectly tailored navy suit, the fabric molding to his broad shoulders and lean torso in ways that should be

was something different in his voice-softer

on his offered arm, biting back a gasp as electricity shot through me at the contact. His muscles were like steel beneath the expensive fabric, and I had to resist the urge to run my fingers along the length of

warmth.

managed, hoping my voice sounded

whiff of his scent and had to grip the door frame to keep from swaying. God, he smelled incredible-like sandalwood and

The simple touch sent fire racing through my veins,

note of curiosity that hadn’t been there during our professional interactions, “tell me

your son.”

guard. My heart stuttered, then began racing for an entirely different reason. “What

to know?” I asked carefully, studying his profile in the dim light

and there was something in his

warmth.

the fierce love from

warmth spread through my chest. “Sounds like he keeps you on your

still in

warmth draining from my chest in an instant. I stared out the window, watching

is,” I said finally, my

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