Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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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.”

rogue activity meant someone with serious resources was planning something

wanted to know exactly how to hurt us when the time

patrols when a sound drifted through the trees that made every hair on my arms stand at

A child’s crying, high and desperate and absolutely terrifying

asked Marcus, my entire body going rigid

eyes widened as the sound came again-closer now, more distinct. “That’s… that’s a child,

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

wilderness, helpless and

two other guards to follow me, but raised my

is an ambush, I want to be prepared. If it’s

with the 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

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

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Impossibly familiar.

Sweet and pure and absolutely out of place in this wilderness of

Sera’s scent.

and snarling with recognition

Why would any trace of our

others to lower their weapons as understanding began to dawn. “Stand down,” I

is, it’s not

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

sitting on the mossy ground with his back pressed against a massive

made

Adrian.

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

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

from wandering through