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-”

people!” The words exploded out of me with five years of suppressed rage behind them. “She did the same thing to me

horrible thing that happened

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

about the omega who’d dared to argue

my heart wasn’t the stares or the whispers or even the humiliation. It was the cold distance in Damien’s

I was a stranger he was trying to

know what?” I said, my voice growing stronger with each word as righteous anger began to override heartbreak. “I don’t need

or anyone else. I’ve spent five years building a life

need approval from someone who’s ready to believe gossip over

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felt like a chain around

it,” he said.

the expensive fabric slide off my shoulders and pool on the marble floor between us like a fallen flag of

several nearby diners told me exactly how shocking my rejection appeared to the watching crowd. Apparently, omega women didn’t refuse Alpha generosity in public. Well, there was a first time

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

making me shiver immediately. “Well,

heels that had made me feel so confident this morning were now instruments of torture, digging into my feet with every step and making me wobble dangerously on the uneven sidewalk. After two blocks of misery, I finally gave up and stopped to slip them

gathered up the skirt of my ruined dress and continued walking, letting my feet take me wherever they wanted to go as long as it

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

the 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

make me squint, throwing everything beyond them into shadow. Then the driver’s side window rolled down, and a voice

“Miss? Are you alright?”

party, had been one of the wolves who’d witnessed my spectacular public humiliation. The last thing I needed right now was pity from one of