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.”

me like ice water. Organized rogue activity

how to hurt us

additional patrols when a sound drifted through the

crying, high and desperate and absolutely terrifying

Marcus, my entire body going rigid

widened as the sound came again-closer now, more distinct.

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

wilderness, helpless and alone in one of the most dangerous areas

guards to follow me, but raised my hand for caution. “Weapons ready but not visible,” I

to be prepared. If it’s really a child in

silent precision of seasoned hunters, following the sound of sobbing that seemed to echo from deeper in the trees. The scent trails here were confusing-multiple wolves had

to the source of the crying, another scent reached me through the chaos of

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Impossibly familiar.

absolutely out of place in this wilderness

Sera’s scent.

berserk in my mind, pacing and snarling with recognition and desperate

of our mate

to lower their weapons as understanding began to

this is, it’s

and emerged into a small clearing where fallen

the mossy ground with his back pressed

that made

Adrian.

his little arms wrapped around his knees as tears streamed down

were disheveled, leaves and twigs caught in the tangles, and his clothes-a bright blue t-shirt and tiny jeans-were

muddy from wandering through the