Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

14 Chapter 14

Seraphina’s POV 1

Valerie’s shriek cut through the elegant atmosphere of the restaurant like a knife through silk, causing every conversation to halt mid- sentence. I could feel dozens of pairs of eyes turning toward us, their curious gazes burning into my skin like hot coals. The humiliation was immediate and overwhelming-standing there with wine dripping from my hair and dress, facing the woman who had destroyed my

world five years ago.

All I wanted was to disappear, to melt into the marble floor and never face another judgmental stare. I turned toward the nearest exit, desperate to escape this nightmare, but Valerie’s perfectly manicured nails dug into my wrist like talons.

“How did you get in here?!” she demanded, her voice pitched loud enough to ensure every wolf in the vicinity could hear every word.

“Did you sneak in? What gives you the right to be here?!”

The familiar cruelty in her tone, the way she spoke to me like I was something disgusting she’d found on the bottom of her shoe, ignited a fire in my chest that I’d spent five years banking. This wasn’t the broken eighteen-year-old girl she’d tormented in Whispering Valley. I was stronger now, harder, and I’d be damned if I let her humiliate me again.

I yanked my wrist free from her grip with enough force to make her stumble-backward, my eyes blazing with fury. “I have every right to be here,” I said, my voice carrying clearly across the suddenly silent restaurant. “In fact, I’m the one who organized this entire evening.

And I don’t recall seeing your name on the guest list I personally curated.”

Valerie’s mouth fell open in shock, clearly not expecting me to fight back. For a moment, she actually looked uncertain, glancing around at the watching crowd as if suddenly realizing she might not have the upper hand she’d assumed.

But the moment of doubt passed quickly, replaced by the same vicious spite I remembered all too well. If anything, my defiance seemed

to fuel her rage rather than discourage it.

“It’s you!” she screamed, her voice rising to an almost hysterical pitch as she pointed at me like I was a criminal she was identifying in a

lineup. “You’re the omega! The one who-”

“What the hell is going on here?”

Valerie’s tirade like a blade, his tone carrying enough Alpha authority to make several nearby

saw him—that intoxicating blend of sandalwood

recognition and

wolf

his large hand immediately settling on my waist in

and protective. The warmth of his palm through the damp fabric of my dress

anger swirling around

scene with the efficiency of a tactical

and accusatory finger, the circle of fascinated onlookers who were clearly enjoying the drama. When his gaze landed on

with what looked like barely

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suit jacket and draped it around my shoulders. The expensive fabric was warm from his

in wine?” he asked, his voice deceptively calm but carrying an undertone that promised swift and terrible consequences for

immediately released whatever composure she’d managed to maintain, practically throwing herself at Damien and wrapping her arms

his side with theatrical desperation. “I can’t believe you made her your assistant! Don’t you realize what she

her off with enough force to send her stumbling backward in her stilettos. His face was a mask of cold fury as he gestured

personnel.

authority making

slipping away, opened her mouth and unleashed

she’d been saving.

began moving toward her. “Don’t you want

who she really

turn to ice

omega, Damien! She used to date Gabriel-your brother, my husband! They were together for years before she turned eighteen!” Valerie’s voice was rising to a fever pitch, her words tumbling out in a rush as she fought to get them all out before the security guards reached her. “She has a child, doesn’t she? A little

throw her