Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 22

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Damien’s POV 1

The past few days had been absolute torture. Every morning, I’d called Lucas before my coffee had finished brewing. Every lunch break,

I’d summoned him to my office with increasingly desperate demands for updates. Every evening, I’d texted him the same question: *Any

news?*

The answer was always the same infuriating response: *Still searching. These things take time.*

Meanwhile, Sera worked at her desk just outside my office, completely oblivious to the storm raging inside me. She’d settled into her

role with impressive efficiency, anticipating my needs before I voiced them, managing my impossible schedule with grace that would

have impressed even Claire. But every time she leaned over to place documents on my desk, every time her vanilla and jasmine scent

wafted toward me, Alex would snarl with barely contained hunger.

*Claim her,* my wolf demanded for the hundredth time that day. *She’s ours. Stop this foolish waiting.*

But I couldn’t. Not until I knew for certain. Not until I had proof that she was the woman who’d haunted my dreams for five years.

Today had been particularly brutal. Sera had worn a fitted black dress that hugged every curve, and when she’d bent to retrieve a

dropped file, the sight of her perfect ass had nearly made me lose all control. I’d spent the afternoon with my hands clenched into fists,

fighting the urge to pull her into my office and finish what we should do.

By five o’clock, I was wound tighter than a spring ready to snap.

for what had

the quarterly reports I’d been staring

past hour.

jewelry stores, and a list of

of someone whose patience was wearing thin.

Asking me every hour isn’t

responding and slammed my palm against the desk hard enough to make my coffee cup jump.

turn toward my door through the glass partition. Her

flickering across her features, before she quickly looked

insane. I was behaving like a love-struck teenager instead of a powerful Alpha

I lay awake

morning, I convinced

*And you’re making everyone around

this morning, reduced my secretary to near tears over a minor scheduling conflict, and growled at the building’s security

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abruptly, grabbing my suit jacket from the back of my chair. “I’m going out, I announced to the

me

if I

spectacularly unprofessional. Like pin her

called softly as I passed, her voice carrying that particular note

tighten.

button, every instinct screaming at me to turn around and go back

the elevator and let the doors close

the bar of *Moonlight & Shadows*, the upscale establishment where Silver

whiskey and pretend their

dimly lit, all mahogany and brass fixtures, with enough ambient

thoughts.

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