Mated to My Fiancé’s Alpha King Brother

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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

had applied. Blood was still seeping through the gauze, and

conscious thought, I moved toward him, drawn by something

wounded warriors parted before me like I was radioactive, their whispers following

“She healed Lucas…”

you see

of wolf can do

warrior’s table, my hands hovering uncertainly over

managed between

help you, okay? But

focusing on me with desperate hope. Behind me, I could hear Riley giving

the voices seemed distant and muffled,

that warm, purposeful feeling that had guided me with

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Ben’s labored breathing and the antiseptic smell of the medical bay. Then, slowly, I felt it building in

Ben’s wounds, the white light was there again, brighter this time, pulsing with a rhythm that matched his heartbeat. The warmth flowed from

itself back together.

this time was different. Ben’s injuries were more severe—deeper wounds, more damage to repair. The healing process was

demanding, and I could feel it draining something essential from me with each passing second. The light began

dimmer as my energy

warned, her mental voice tight with concern. *You’re pushing too hard. We

with such trust, not when I could see his breathing growing easier as his

pressed deeper into the healing trance, pouring more of

the whispered conversations had grown louder,

anything like

“-what kind of bloodline-”

across his features as the healing

stop,” he whispered urgently. “Please, I

fragments of

Ben needed me.

I could feel myself growing weaker with each passing