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.”

Organized rogue activity meant someone with

to know exactly how to

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

desperate and absolutely

hear that?” I asked Marcus,

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

Had the rogues taken a hostage? Was this

Or was there actually a child lost in the wilderness, helpless and alone in one of the most dangerous

but raised my hand for caution. “Weapons ready

want to be

hunters, following the sound of sobbing that seemed to echo from deeper in the trees. The scent trails here were

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

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Impossibly familiar.

and pure and absolutely out of

Sera’s scent.

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

trace of our mate be

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

it’s not

of pine trees and emerged

a campfire ring. And there, sitting on the mossy ground with his back pressed against a massive oak tree, was

figure that made my

Adrian.

tree trunk, his little arms wrapped around his knees as tears streamed down

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

from wandering through the