Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

Chapter 23

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The blessing of an impossibly busy Friday was that it left no room for my mind to wander into dangerous territory. Every time my thoughts tried to drift toward Damien-toward the way his hand had felt wrapped around my wrist, toward the questions in his eyes that I couldn’t quite decipher-another crisis would demand my immediate attention.

By lunch, I’d fielded seventeen phone calls, rescheduled eight meetings, and consumed enough coffee to power a small city.

It was exactly what I needed.

Damien, on the other hand, had been in what could only be described as a spectacularly foul mood all day. I’d watched him through the

glass partition of his office as he prowled back and forth like a caged predator, his shoulders tense beneath his perfectly tailored suit

jacket. His phone conversations had been terse to the point of rudeness, and I’d seen him slam his palm against his desk hard enough to

make his coffee cup rattle.

“Professional boundaries,” I’d muttered under my breath, forcing myself to focus on the quarterly budget reports spread across my desk.

“He’s your boss, not your responsibility.”

But even as I said it, part of me wanted to march into his office and demand to know what was wrong. The mate bond between us

hummed with awareness every time he moved, every time his scent shifted with emotion, every time he looked in my direction with

those devastating blue eyes.

office had emptied out for the weekend. Damien

as a “good night.” I stayed until well past eight,

schedule.

text from Ophelia: *Picked up Adrian from school. We’re making pizza and watching

we’re having a blast!*

thank you. Ophelia had

Adrian when I worked late, babysitting when I had emergency

better to me than my own family had ever been, and I wasn’t sure I could ever repay that

aloud to the empty office, “give Ophelia the biggest bonus imaginable as soon

I’d finally organized the last of the contract revisions and locked

sounds the distant hum of

against the marble floors.

usual, probably because I

the ground floor, I expected to find

a few late-departing employees

Instead, I heard voices.

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to downtown,” a familiar voice was saying, the deep timbre sending an automatic shiver down

the elevator, my heels clicking softly against the polished marble of the lobby, and

phone pressed to his ear and his free hand running through his dark hair in a gesture of frustration I’d come to recognize. He’d loosened his tie and rolled up his sleeves, giving him a slightly disheveled appearance

made him more attractive.

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