Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The silence in my small bedroom felt heavy and charged, like the air before a thunderstorm. Damien sat in the worn chair beside my bed,

his powerful frame looking almost comically large in the tiny space. His dark hair was disheveled from running his hands through it, and his expensive shirt was wrinkled from carrying Adrian through the forest. Even exhausted and worried, he was devastatingly handsome.

But all I could think about was Anna Blackwood, draped all over him in the lobby like a designer accessory, waving that golden pendant

like a victory flag.

“You should go,” I said quietly, my voice barely above a whisper as I focused on the worn pattern of my bedspread rather than meeting

his penetrating blue eyes. “Anna is probably wondering where you disappeared to.”

“Sera-”

“Really, Damien.” I forced myself to look at him, mustering what little dignity I had left after the evening’s disasters. “I appreciate

everything you’ve done tonight-finding Adrian, bringing him home safely, taking care of us both. But I understand the situation. Anna

has your pendant. She’s the woman you’ve been searching for. I won’t stand in the way of that.”

The words tasted like ash in my mouth, but I forced them out anyway. Better to end this cleanly now than to drag out the inevitable

heartbreak.

Damien leaned forward in his chair, his eyes blazing with an intensity that made my breath catch. “What if I told you that I don’t give a

damn about Anna Blackwood?”

replied, though hope fluttered weakly in my chest like a dying bird. “She has

your relationship-”

voice cut through my words like a

“Damien-”

abruptly, his movement sharp and predatory as he began pacing the cramped

around his imposing

said, his voice rough with

important at the time.” He stopped pacing and turned to face

made my breath catch. “But that was before I

do you want?” I

like a growl, raw and possessive and absolutely devastating. “Only you, I don’t

wants, whatever job she thinks

bed, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell that intoxicating blend of sandalwood and masculine power that made my wolf

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wasted five years chasing a ghost when what I wanted was

along.”

against his hand where it rested on the arm of the chair. The contact sent electricity shooting

to his proximity despite the pain and exhaustion. His scent was stronger here in the confined space, wrapping around

breathy quality that had nothing to do with my injuries and everything to do with the way

his lips hovering just inches from mine. “I should let you rest,” he said, though his voice suggested that

I whispered, tilting my face up toward

electricity. I could feel his breath against my lips, could see the way his eyes had darkened with desire that matched

out from the living room, breaking the

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I can’t

guilty teenagers, both of us breathing hard and staring at each other with a mixture of frustration and

said softly, though I made no move to pull my

watched him walk to the doorway, admiring the way his broad shoulders filled the frame and the confident grace of

the hallway, he