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.”

like ice water. Organized rogue activity meant someone

who wanted to know exactly how to hurt us

through the trees

A child’s crying, high and desperate and

Marcus, my entire body going

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

a hostage? Was this some kind of trap

child lost in the wilderness, helpless and alone

and two other guards to follow me, but raised my hand for

to be prepared. If

sobbing that seemed to echo from deeper in the trees. The scent

another scent reached me through the

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Impossibly

absolutely out of place in

Sera’s scent.

my mind, pacing and snarling with recognition and desperate confusion.

of

to lower their weapons as understanding began to dawn. “Stand

is, it’s

the final cluster of pine trees and emerged into a small clearing

the mossy ground with his back

figure that made my

Adrian.

was huddled against the tree trunk, his little arms wrapped around his knees as tears streamed down

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

from wandering through