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

had a crush on a boy in our chemistry class

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

want damaged goods?” Anna had whispered as I stood there in my

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

endless years, they’d made sure I knew exactly where I stood in the pack hierarchy. Every day brought fresh reminders that

tolerated only because the Moon Goddess apparently had a

Valerie had mentioned once that Anna

venom. Now here she was,

as if we were long-lost

that same theatrical quality

available. “We were best

casual lie made my wolf snarl with indignation. Ayla was pacing furiously in my mind, her mental

bitch tormented us for years. How dare

tighten with real pain wasn’t Anna’s presence-it was

craftsmanship was exquisite, clearly

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his voice carrying that same professional tone he’d used

working as a senior assistant.

With me.

down my spine. This woman-this creature who had spent three years of my life making me feel worthless-was being handed a position identical to mine. No interview, no

apparently based on whatever sob story she’d fed him

say, my voice steady despite the fury building in

Because I seem to recall multiple rounds of screening,

I was deemed qualified for this

her artificially plumped lips curving into a

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

need to jump

were pressed against his side in a way