Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The morning sun streaming through my bedroom curtains felt different somehow-warmer, more golden, like the entire world had

shifted on its axis overnight. I stretched languidly beneath my sheets, every muscle in my body deliciously sore in ways that made me

blush even though I was alone. The scent of sandalwood still clung to my pillows, a heady reminder of everything that had transpired

between Damien and me just hours before.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Ayla purred in my mind, her mental voice practically dripping with satisfied smugness. “How are you feeling?”

Heat flooded my cheeks as memories from the previous night crashed over me in vivid detail-Damien’s hands on my skin, his mouth

trailing fire down my throat, the exquisite stretch and burn as he’d claimed me against my bedroom door with a passion that had left me

breathless and shaking.

I muttered, though even I could hear how unconvincing that sounded. “It was just…”

“Just what? Just the most intense, earth-shattering sex of our entire existence?” Ayla’s laughter echoed through my consciousness. “Face

it, Sera-that man is ours now, whether we’re ready to admit it or not.”

I rolled over and buried my face in the pillow that still smelled like him, fighting the urge to stay in bed all day and relive every moment.

But reality intruded in the form of Adrian’s cheerful voice calling from the kitchen.

“Mommy! I made coffee!”

The panic that shot through me was immediate and intense. “Adrian!” I called back, scrambling out of bed and throwing on my robe.

“Sweetheart, you’re not supposed to touch the coffee maker!”

I rushed to the kitchen, only to find my four-year-old son standing proudly beside our small coffee maker with a steaming mug in his

hands.

“I wanted to surprise you,” he said, his face glowing with achievement. “Mr. Damien showed me how to push the buttons last night after

you fell asleep.”

“He did, did he?”

“Uh-huh!” Adrian bounced excitedly on his toes. “He said good coffee was important for hardworking mommies. He also taught me how

to butter toast without tearing it!”

buttered toast waiting on the counter, along with Adrian’s favorite

a neat little

accepting the mug and taking a careful sip. It was actually quite

Damien said I should let you

in the executive elevator at Nightshadow Industries, trying

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lips seemed fuller, still slightly swollen from Damien’s kisses, and there was a glow to my skin

with expensive cosmetics.

I stepped into the familiar marble corridor, noting with relief that Anna’s desk was empty. Apparently, she was running late this morning-a small blessing that would give me a few peaceful moments to collect. myself before facing whatever fresh hell she’d cooked

into my desk chair. “You look… radiant today. Did

cheeks at the knowing glint in her eyes. “Very well, thank you,” I

to focus on besides

of Damien’s office door opening. Every nerve

I kept my eyes fixed firmly

voice carried that familiar note of authority, but when I

could I see you for

Casual. As if he hadn’t been buried inside me just hours earlier, claiming me with a

my name torn from his

how steady my voice sounded even as my pulse hammered

way his expensive suit molded

concealed. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, the professional facade fell away like

mask.

distance between us in two quick strides. His hands framed my face with

was on mine-hot, demanding, completely possessive. I melted into him with

hands fisting in his shirt as he deepened the kiss until

about you all morning,” he murmured against my lips, his voice rough with barely controlled desire.

my arms, the sounds

protest or encouragement, I couldn’t say. “We’re

sensitive spot behind my ear that made me gasp.

you’re mine”

slid down to cup my ass through my pencil skirt, pulling me flush against the hard ridge of

with the intoxicating heat of

impossible.

this your idea of professional conduct?” I managed to ask, though

smile. “But I’ve discovered I don’t care about professional conduct when it

you.”

desk, his hands roaming with increasingly bold familiarity. The cool

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me easily, settling me on the edge while his mouth blazed a