Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

21 Chapter 21

Damien’s POV 1

The office space felt smaller with both of us in it, our breaths mingling in the charged air between us. Sera seemed nervous, her emerald eyes darting away from mine before meeting them again with obvious effort. My hand was still wrapped around her wrist like a steel band, my mind racing with images from last night-her in my arms, the way she’d felt beneath me, and then… Adrian.

Those silver-blue eyes. So familiar. So impossible to ignore.

Sera shifted slightly, but I didn’t release her. She couldn’t escape-not yet. Not until I had answers. She lifted her chin to look at me, confusion clouding her beautiful features.

“Is there… is there something else you needed, Mr. Nightshadow?”

The question that had been burning in my chest all day finally forced its way out. “Have you ever thought about finding him? Adrian’s

father?”

Sera’s entire body went rigid, every muscle tensing as if I’d struck her. The blood drained from her face, leaving her pale as moonlight.

“I…” she started, then stopped, swallowing hard. “I tried. Once. But there were no leads.” Her voice grew smaller, more vulnerable. “Maybe he was just there for fun that night. I didn’t want to cause problems for anyone.”

“He didn’t leave you anything?” I pressed, my voice rougher than intended. “Any way to contact him? A note, a card… anything?”

The golden wolf pendant. I’d left it on her pillow that morning, engraved with my initial. 1

“Nothing,” Sera shook her head, and her voice held the finality of old grief. “When I woke up, he was just… gone. Like he’d never been

there at all.”

The words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. Nothing?

released her wrist as the implications

to my own ears. Alex was howling in my

Sera asked quietly, taking a step backward now that I’d released her. “If there’s nothing else, I should get back

I cut her off, perhaps too sharply. “That’s all. Get back to

the graceful line of her spine, the way her hair caught the late

into my

hands.

of it. Maybe I

desperate to find the woman

searching for a ghost, for a woman

been

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for my phone with shaking hands

ribs as I waited for him

“What’s up, Alpha?”

open my desk drawer and withdrew the small wooden box I’d kept there for the past

one I’d left on pillow that long-ago morning. I’d had it specially made,

two halves would only fit together perfectly, like pieces of

pendant and watching it catch the light.

can’t see what you’re talking about

to my office.

in my doorway, his sandy hair slightly disheveled and his expression curious. I held

eyebrows rise as he took in the intricate

my desk. “But I’m not following.

half,” I said simply. “I need you to