Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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Seraphina’s POV 1

The medical bay in the back of the training facility was a sterile contrast to the industrial warehouse space we’d just left.

Riley worked with practiced efficiency, pulling medical supplies from cabinets and setting up triage stations on the examination tables. Her earlier friendly demeanor had been replaced by the focused intensity of someone who’d done this before, too many times.

“Sera, I need you to help me get these IV bags ready,” she called out, her hands already busy with gauze and surgical tape. “The healing accelerants work faster when they’re administered directly into the bloodstream.”

I moved to help her, trying to push down the growing knot of anxiety in my stomach. Through the facility’s windows, I could see vehicles arriving-trucks and SUVs filled with warriors heading toward the border conflict. The sound of engines and shouting voices created a backdrop of urgency that made my wolf pace restlessly in my mind.

“How often does this happen?” I asked, hanging IV bags on the mobile stands Riley had wheeled over.

“More frequently lately,” Riley admitted grimly. “The rogue activity has been escalating for months. Usually it’s just probing attacks, testing our defenses. But this…” She gestured toward the wounded messenger who was now being treated by one of the facility’s medics.

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Before I could respond, the main doors burst open again. This time, it wasn’t a messenger-it was a parade of carnage.

Warriors streamed through the entrance carrying their wounded comrades, their faces grim with exhaustion and barely controlled fury. The scent of blood filled the air so completely that I had to fight not to gag. My wolf whimpered in my mind, overwhelmed by the pain

and trauma radiating from the injured wolves.

“Here!” Riley called out, directing the first group of carriers toward the examination tables. “Most critical injuries first! Anyone who can

walk gets treated after we handle the life-threatening cases!”

The first warrior they brought in was barely conscious, his tactical vest torn away to reveal massive claw marks that had raked across his chest from shoulder to sternum. Blood seeped through the field bandages someone had

muttered, her hands already moving over his injuries with practiced assessment. “Possible punctured lung. Sera, I need you to hold pressure

the gauze against the worst of the wounds,

open, unfocused and

he whispered, his voice

sure I believed it myself. “Just stay with me, okay? Help

shuffle of feet as the medics

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when they brought

hair matted with blood, his left arm hanging at an unnatural angle that suggested multiple fractures. But it was

intake of breath told me everything I needed to know about how

she whispered, her professional composure finally cracking as she took in

with an emotion that went far beyond professional concern for a fellow pack member. Her hands trembled as she reached out to

asked gently, though I already suspected what

of his tactical pants to get a better

were even worse once exposed-deep, ragged tears that had severed muscle and possibly nicked the femoral artery. Blood was

desperation. “We need to

werewolf healing abilities, injuries this severe could be fatal

been nothing but kind to me, who’d welcomed me into the pack and defended me against those who questioned my presence. The thought of losing

chest.

That’s when it happened.

but something warmer, more purposeful. My right hand began to tingle,

captured moonbeams.