Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

15 Chapter 15

Seraphina’s POV 1

The question hung in the air like a blade poised above my neck. Even though Valerie had been dragged away by security, her venomous words still echoed through the silent restaurant like poison sceping through the walls. I stared at Damien in disbelief, unable to process

what I was hearing.

“Is it true?”

His voice was completely different now-cold, clinical, stripped of every trace of the warmth that had made my heart race just moments before. This was the voice of an Alpha passing judgment, and I was clearly the one being judged.

“Damien, you can’t seriously believe-” I started, but he cut me off with a sharp gesture.

“Answer the question, Seraphina.” My name on his lips sounded like an accusation now. “Is Adrian Gabriel’s son?”

way he’d The betrayal hit me like a physical blow. After everything we’d shared today-the mate bond crackling between us, the defended me against Valerie, the gentle way he’d asked about Adrian in the car-he was ready to believe the worst of me based on the word of a woman he’d literally thrown out of his office hours earlier.

“You want to know the truth?” My voice came out steadier than I felt, though my hands were shaking with fury and heartbreak. “The truth is that Adrian’s father is someone disappeared before dawn without even leaving his name five years ago.”

Damien’s expression didn’t change, but something flickered in his eyes-confusion, maybe even recognition. But it was gone so quickly I

might have imagined it.

“Gabriel was never Adrian’s father,” I continued, each word feeling like broken glass in my throat. “Gabriel was a lying, cheating bastard who was screwing my stepsister while promising to marry me. But he never touched me, not once in all the months we dated.”

“Then Valerie-”

cruel, vindictive bitch who gets off on destroying people!” The words exploded out of me with five years of suppressed rage behind them. “She did the same thing to me when I was eighteen-humiliated me in front of everyone,

deserved every horrible thing

see phones being discreetly raised, could practically hear the gossip spreading through the werewolf social networks

Canadian border would know about the omega who’d dared

the stares or the whispers or even the humiliation. It was the cold distance in Damien’s

stranger he was trying to identify in

each word as righteous anger began

else. I’ve spent five years building a life

someone who’s ready to

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minutes ago but now felt like a

said. “You’ll

back, letting the expensive fabric slide off my shoulders and pool

me exactly how shocking my rejection appeared to the watching crowd. Apparently, omega women didn’t

walked toward the exit with my head held high, fighting the urge to run like the scared girl I used to be. Each step felt like walking through quicksand-my legs heavy with exhaustion and my chest tight with the effort of not breaking

night air hit my wine-soaked dress like a slap, making me shiver immediately. “Well, that went spectacularly,” Ayla muttered in my mind,

step and making me wobble dangerously on the uneven sidewalk. After two blocks of misery, I finally gave up

heels. I gathered up the skirt of my ruined dress and continued walking, letting my feet take

I whispered to the empty street, tears finally beginning to spill down my cheeks now that I was alone. “Why do I keep believing

street behind me, followed by the sharp beep of a car horn. I stepped closer to the parked cars lining the sidewalk, assuming the driver just wanted me to get out of the way, but the vehicle slowed to a crawl and pulled up

me squint, throwing everything beyond them into shadow. Then the driver’s

“Miss? Are you alright?”

of the colleague in the company. He’d been at the dinner party, had been one of the wolves