Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

32 Chapter 32

32 Chapter 32

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 with serious resources was

wanted to know exactly how to

additional patrols when a sound drifted through the trees that made

high and desperate and absolutely terrifying

I asked Marcus, my

distinct. “That’s… that’s a

a hostage? Was this some kind of trap designed to lure

there actually a child lost in the wilderness, helpless and alone in one of

follow me, but raised my hand for caution. “Weapons ready but not

I want to be prepared.

of sobbing that seemed to echo from deeper in the trees. The scent trails here were confusing-multiple wolves had passed

crying, another scent reached

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Impossibly familiar.

and absolutely

Sera’s scent.

wolf Alex went completely berserk in my mind, pacing and snarling with recognition

here? Why would any trace of our mate be in this

held up my hand, signaling the others to lower their weapons as

this is, it’s not

emerged into a small

And there, sitting on the mossy ground with his back

made my heart stop

Adrian.

arms wrapped around his knees as tears streamed down his dirt-stained

caught in the tangles, and his clothes-a bright blue

muddy from wandering through