Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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46 Chapter 46

Seraphina’s POV 1

The silence in the medical bay was deafening. Every eye in the room was fixed on me with expressions ranging from shock to outright disbelief, as if I’d just defied the laws of physics-which, I supposed, I had.

Lucas pushed himself up on his elbows, looking down at his leg where moments before there had been gaping wounds that would have

killed him. Now there was nothing but smooth, unblemished skin, not even a scar to mark where the massive injuries had been.

“What the hell just happened?” he asked, his voice stronger than it had any right to be after the blood loss he’d suffered. His eyes found

mine across the crowded medical bay, confusion and something that might have been awe flickering in their depths.

I opened my mouth to answer, then closed it again. What could I possibly say? *Oh, apparently I can heal mortal wounds with my hands

now. No big deal.*

“I… I don’t know,” I admitted, staring down at my palm where the white light had emanated just moments before. The skin looked

completely normal now, no different from my left hand. “I’ve never done anything like that before.”

*Sera,* Ayla’s voice was small and confused in my mind. *I don’t understand what just happened. I felt this overwhelming urge to help

him, and then…*

Riley reached out with trembling fingers to touch Lucas’s leg where the wounds had been, her eyes wide with wonder. “This is

impossible,” she breathed. “Werewolves heal fast, but not like this. Not instantaneously. Not from injuries that severe.”

“Seraphina?”

I turned to see the warrior with the massive chest wounds struggling to sit up on his examination table, his face twisted with pain

Blood was still seeping

moved toward him, drawn by something deeper than

and wounded warriors parted before me

“She healed Lucas…”

see that

wolf can do

warrior’s table, my hands hovering uncertainly

he managed between ragged breaths.

okay? But I need you to stay very

weakly, his eyes focusing on me with desperate hope. Behind me, I could

and muffled, like I

closed my eyes and tried to find that warm, purposeful feeling that had

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the medical bay. Then, slowly, I felt it building in my chest like

light was there again, brighter this time, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. The warmth flowed from me into him, and I watched in fascination as his torn flesh

itself back together.

time was different. Ben’s injuries were more severe—deeper

something essential from me with each passing second. The

dimmer as

mental voice tight with concern. *You’re pushing too hard. We don’t

was looking at me with such

him. I pressed deeper into the healing

conversations had grown louder, more

anything

“-what kind of bloodline-”

flashing across

whispered urgently. “Please,

pushing the fragments of memory aside. There would be time

Ben needed me.

growing weaker with each passing moment. The light was