Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

Anna Blackwood-was someone I’d hoped never to see again for the rest of my natural life.

The memories came flooding back with crystalline clarity, each one hitting me like a physical blow. Anna and Valerie, standing over me

in the high school bathroom during my sophomore year, their cruel laughter echoing off the grimy tiled walls as they shoved my head

toward the toilet bowl filled with murky water and discarded cigarette butts. 1

“Look at the pathetic little omega,” Valerie had sneered, her manicured nails digging into my scalp as she held me down. “Does she really

think she belongs here with real wolves?”

Anna had been right there beside her, recording everything on her phone while she giggled. “This is going straight to the pack forum,”

she’d taunted. “Everyone needs to see what happens to omegas who get too uppity.”

The taste of chlorine and humiliation had burned my throat for days afterward. But that wasn’t the worst of it. They’d made sure to time

their attacks perfectly-always when teachers were in meetings, always when the hallways were empty, always when there would be no

witnesses except their loyal followers who found omega-baiting as entertaining as a sporting event. 1

There had been the time they’d dumped my entire lunch tray on my head in front of the senior class, then forced me to clean it up while

they stood there critiquing my “technique.” The countless mornings I’d arrived at school to find my locker filled with rotting meat and

notes calling me “worthless breeding stock.”

Anna’s specialty had been psychological warfare. She’d befriend me for just long enough to learn my insecurities, then weaponize them

She’d discovered I had a crush on a boy in

prank when I showed up to find them laughing at me in front

goods?” Anna had whispered as I

my veins like acid. “You’re just a charity case,

years, they’d made sure I knew exactly where I stood in the pack hierarchy. Every day

that everyone tolerated only because the

mentioned once that Anna was “sleeping her way to the top”

I’d assumed that was just typical Valerie venom. Now here

if we were

each other?” Anna’s voice pitched higher, that same theatrical quality I remembered from our school

best friends! Isn’t that right,

wolf snarl with indignation. Ayla was pacing furiously in my mind, her mental voice

tormented us for years. How dare she rewrite

pain wasn’t Anna’s presence-it was

was exquisite,

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Monday morning,” Damien said, his voice carrying that same professional tone

working as a

With me.

poured down my spine. This woman-this creature who had spent three years of my life making me feel worthless-was

based on whatever sob story she’d

despite the fury building

Because I seem to recall multiple rounds of

was deemed qualified for this

her artificially plumped lips curving into a smirk I knew

musical tinkle that had preceded so many of my teenage humiliations.

Some of us don’t need to jump through hoops when we

herself closer to Damien, making sure her enhanced curves were pressed against his