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!”

a plate of perfectly buttered toast waiting on

a neat

both of you,” I said softly, accepting the mug and taking

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

I stood in the executive elevator at Nightshadow Industries, trying to ignore the way my

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slightly swollen from Damien’s kisses, and there was a glow

with expensive cosmetics.

elevator chimed softly as it reached the executive floor. 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

voice greeted me as I settled into my desk

the knowing glint in her eyes. “Very well, thank you,” I managed, grateful

focus on

of Damien’s

I

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

“Seraphina, could I see you for

hadn’t been buried inside me just hours earlier, claiming me with a passion that had left

my name torn

how steady my voice sounded even as my pulse hammered

the way his expensive suit molded to his broad shoulders and the

door clicked shut behind

mask.

between us in two quick strides. His

then his mouth was on mine-hot, demanding, completely possessive. I melted into him with embarrassing

as he deepened the kiss

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

arms, the sounds you

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

growled, his mouth finding the sensitive spot behind my ear that made me gasp. “Let the

you’re mine”

my ass through my pencil skirt, pulling me flush against the hard ridge of his arousal. The

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

impossible.

I managed to ask, though my breathless tone undermined any attempt at

I’ve discovered I don’t care about professional

you.”

increasingly bold familiarity. The

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the edge while his

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