Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Damien’s POV 1

The border situation was spiraling out of control. Patrol reports were stacked on the hood of my jeep like poker cards after a bad hand, each one detailing another rogue attack, another probe at our defenses. Three days of this shit, and my patience was wearing thinner

than paper.

“How bad?” I asked Marcus as he trudged toward me, blood trickling from a fresh cut on his cheek.

“Could be worse.” He wiped the blood away with the back of his hand, leaving a red smear across his knuckles. “Three guys got banged up

pretty good, but nothing that won’t heal. Problem is, the bastards are getting cockier.”

I grabbed the map, stabbing red pins into each attack location with more force than necessary. The pattern that emerged made my jaw

clench. These weren’t desperate rogues looking for easy prey-this was organized. Calculated.

“They’re testing us,” I muttered, connecting the dots with my finger. “Hit and run, hit and run. Never staying long enough for a real fight.”

Marcus nodded grimly. “Every damn time, it’s the same thing. They come in hard, make noise, then vanish the second we show real

teeth. Like they’re learning something.”

“Learning what?”

“How fast we respond. How many wolves we send. Which routes we take.” Marcus’s expression darkened. “Alpha, somebody’s mapping

our defenses. This isn’t random violence-it’s reconnaissance.”

ice water. Organized rogue activity

know exactly how

was about to order additional patrols when a sound drifted through the trees that made every hair on

high and desperate and absolutely terrifying

you hear that?” I asked Marcus,

sound came again-closer now, more distinct. “That’s…

mind raced through possibilities. Had the rogues taken a hostage? Was this some kind of trap designed to lure

helpless and

other guards to follow me, but raised my hand for caution.

this is an ambush, I want to be

seemed to echo from deeper in the trees. The scent trails here were confusing-multiple wolves had passed through recently, their fear and aggression hanging in the

the crying, another scent reached me through the chaos of rogue markers

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Familiar. Impossibly familiar.

jasmine. Sweet and pure and absolutely out of place in this

Sera’s scent.

and snarling with

trace of our mate

others to lower their weapons

this is, it’s not an

the final cluster of pine trees and emerged into a small clearing where fallen logs created natural seating

on the mossy ground with his back pressed against a massive

figure that made

Adrian.

was huddled against the tree trunk, his little arms wrapped around his

the tangles, and his clothes-a bright blue t-shirt and tiny

from wandering through the