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.

for the weekend. Damien had been the first to leave, grabbing his jacket and

“good night.” I stayed until well

schedule.

buzzed with a text from Ophelia: *Picked up Adrian from school. We’re making

we’re having a blast!*

typed back a quick thank you. Ophelia had

I worked late, babysitting when I had emergency meetings, never once complaining about

was better to me than my own family had ever been,

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

last of the contract revisions and locked away

only sounds the distant hum of the building’s ventilation system and the soft click of my

against the marble floors.

shorter than usual, probably because I was the only person in the building

on the ground floor, I expected to find the usual

a few late-departing

Instead, I heard voices.

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deep timbre sending an automatic shiver down my spine. “Cost isn’t an issue. Just

against the polished marble

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

made him more attractive.

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