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!”

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

neat little

both of you,” I said softly, accepting the mug and taking a careful sip. It was actually quite good. “Did you eat

cereal and orange juice,” Adrian reported dutifully, “Mr. Damien said I

in the executive elevator at Nightshadow Industries,

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swollen from Damien’s kisses, and there was a

with expensive cosmetics.

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

greeted me as I settled into my desk chair. “You look… radiant today. Did you sleep

in her eyes. “Very well, thank you,” I managed, grateful when my computer

on besides

heard the distinctive sound of Damien’s office door opening.

even though I kept my eyes fixed firmly

deep voice carried that familiar note of authority, but when I finally looked up, the intensity in his blue

entirely on me. “Seraphina, could I see

he hadn’t been buried inside me just hours earlier,

and my name torn from

Nightshadow,” I replied, proud of how steady my voice sounded even as my pulse

his office, hyperaware of the way his expensive suit molded to his

door clicked shut behind us, the

mask.

grace, closing the distance between us in

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

deepened the kiss until I

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

arms, the

breathed, though whether it was a protest or encouragement, I couldn’t say.

sensitive spot behind my ear that made me gasp. “Let the

you’re mine”

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

of the gesture, combined with the intoxicating heat of his body pressed against

impossible.

managed to ask, though my

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

you.”

me against his desk, his hands roaming with increasingly bold familiarity. The cool mahogany pressed

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settling me on the edge while his mouth blazed a trail down

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